"Sigh... Are you still talking to that Billboard?"
I decided to approach the situation with light sarcasm.
Captain shushed me.
"I CAN'T HEAR WHAT SHE'S SAYING TO ME!"
"That isn't even a real human being, you know. You're talking to a drawing. She can't answer you!"
I mentioned in an attempt to dislodge Captain from "THE FINE ART OF OGLING" .
"HOOMAN ELEMENT, YOU SAY?"
"HMM... ZAT IS INDEED A DIS-PROPORTIONAL PICKLE REQUIRING RESOLUTIONS. SUCH IS TO BE PROCURED IMMEDIATELY!"
Upon this, the BINOCULAR DEVICE turned slowly 180 degrees and rested pointing straight at me. I wondered how long Captain was going to stare at me like that, and whether this was, to either of us, an improvement over the previous situation.
"M'YEES... THAT'LL DO..."
Was the last thing I heard before something like a sack of rock-hard potatoes hit me on the back of the head and all went dark.