Dr. Henry walked up the ramp of the ship, carrying the boxes of "spoiled" food and humming to himself as he watched the fueling arm at the hangar dock to the ship.  "Pilot!"  He called sweetly, carrying the boxes to the kitchen.  Seeing the developing scene, he nodded to Sven.  "Ah, Sven!  My friend!  There you are!  You seem to have mistakenly taken a month's supply of perfectly good food right off the ship."  He said, in a tone that implied that he'd simply misplaced the goods.  "And don't go on telling me that they're "no good" or "past their expiration date" and that they'll make us sick when we eat them."  He said sternly, setting down several foul smelling packages.  "Everybody on this crew supposedly passed their most recent health exam, and I'm sure they can certainly withstand some extra bacteria in their stomachs."  The doctor said sternly, patting his grey market goods.<br/><br/>"Just put some extra spices into this stuff and grind a few vitamins into our protein paste."  Albertus said with a silly grin on his face, walking out to retrieve the rest of the supplies.  "And remind the crew that our toilets are working VERY well, thank you very much."  He said, sighing and effortlessly bracing himself for the inevitable explosion of rage to come.