It don't do to let him get his hands on a bottle of anythink in the spirit line.

It'll come back half-empty.

Now then, cook," he roared, seating himself at the rough slab table, and drumming on it with a knife, "let's have some grub, quick, and you'll get a nip of rum.

This new boss b'long you, you savvy.

All about station b'long him.