[It's around ten or eleven at night when the transmission begins. Two voices, Kennedy and Bush, are sounding decidedly sloshed. They are, in fact, sitting at the bar in Good Spirits, because how often do you get to introduce someone to Romulan ale twice and see their reaction the second time like it had never happened before? Only if said person went home and came back and doesn't remember the first time. Due to this, Kennedy sounds considerably more sober.]
Your attention, everyone. Mr. Bush has something he would like to say.
Yes, yes I would.....What was it again Kennededy?
Begin with "my profoundest apologies." And-and end with...with the hair thing.
Ah! Right, right. *ahem* My sensherest apologies to the ladies of Lusheti....I like all of you and your is - hair - is very pretty.
Nunno, William, it's...the envy bit, that was nice. Do add that in.
I envy all of your hair.
And how silly a man are you?
Extremely, Kennedy. Siller man there ever was.
Now recite an appropriate verse.
Help me think of one.
What about, "O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!"
And...why is that, Mr. Bush?
Why is it a woeful, woeful, woeful day?
This isn't England and there's no naaavy. Missthenavy.
And...that's the only reason you insulted the crew, isn't it? Just want things to be like they are at home?
...Do you need a bucket to vomit into?
[OOC: This is a joint post with wouldntbetonit]