NARRATOR: The Officer's Mess aboard Broken Wind...
CH'VORTHQ: This meal is about diplomacy. We must set the table in consideration of relative eye-levels.
NICK: 'Kay. If we push that long table against the rail, the floaters can dangle their eaty-parts down below, and their faces will still be up here with everybody else.
CH'VORTHQ: Excellent idea, Corporal Nicholson.
CH'VORTHQ: Now, you will remain in the kitchen for the rest of the evening, where words like "floater" and "eaty-parts" cannot accidently start a war.
NICK: I thought the floaters were on our side.
CH'VORTHQ: Yes. Let's keep it that way. Kitchen.