Kevyn:Petey, this little ship is terrific! Luxurious appointments, troop-drop harnesses for 24 men in armor, 40 tons of displacement with a 20-ton annie plant. . . .
. . It needs a name.
Petey:Why? It's not independently sapient. It's just running a node copy of me.
Petey:Giving this ship its own name would be like you naming one of your toenails.
Kevyn:I see your point. That's a great idea.
Petey:Uh-oh.
Kevyn:I christen thee Toenail One. Now let's get out of here.
Schlock:At least you didn't waste any champagne on that name.
