So I'm sick and I feel like shit. It's the Captain's fault - he caught the bug first. But as I'm getting ready for work, this happens:
Cap: Did you sleep at least?
Me: Sort of. I think I did have a mild fever because I was cold, then sweaty, then cold, et cetera...
C: Wow, it's moving more quickly for you, then.
M: It's the power of the veg...or the vag.
C: You remind me of the babe.
M: The babe with the power?!
C: The power of the veg-vag.
Both: DANCE VEG VAG DANCE!
Thank you, folks, we'll be here all week. Try the veal, tip your waiters, and don't take any wooden nickels.