"Hmmmmm." The captain frowns, considering the situation on deck, then takes out his telescope and surveys the local area. He mutters, "Yeeeees, Very bondagey look," in suspicious tones.<br/><br/>"Well, don't just stand there then. Get the cuddly little blighters rounded up and back down to the tapir pens, yaracyrrah's got the idea - go get 'em. And no getting frisky with the beasts or we'll have to jump to a thread somewhere completely different, and that's not somewhere a bunch of pretty boys and girls and others like you want to be. So pull your fingers out (and wipe them clean if necessary) and lets get this ship spruced up and presentable. We're not here to make an exhibition of ourselves (at least not until I've finished my dancing lessons.)"