Oh man, I cannot wait for breakfast. It’s just going to be me, Queequeg, and whole bunch of sailors. And you know what they say about sailors! They love a good curse word, etcetera, etcetera. They look fabulous in flared pants, etcetera, etcetera. Any warm hole, etcetera, etcetera.
Alright, me and Q are looking sharp in our monkey jackets. Let’s do this!
…So. Yeah, every man’s maintaining a profound silence up in here. Worst. Breakfast. Ever.
Silver lining: Q just sat the fuck down at the head of the table and helped himself to more meat by using his harpoon, like a boss.
QUEEQUEG = BALLER.