Jedao grunts softly, pulling a bucket from under the bar without getting up. It doesn't hurt as much as moving anything heavy, but he still feels an uncomfortable prickle along his bones, like his whole skeleton ate a chili pepper.

He hands Eiffel the bucket before beginning -

"Well, Roman sent the whole ship a dick pic."

Jedao decides this is a good place to establish the whole...vibe. "We had a plague of inhibition-lowering pests."