"Mug Two," Captain slouched remorsefully. In all of the busy bumblings up in the work bay, they had not fully had time to process their grief over the sudden loss. Mug Two was inferior in every way to Zee Mug, but Captain had had high hopes for the monstrous remodeled vessel. They'd hoped that one day it might become a Real Mug. They simply hadn't had enough time to place enough devotion into it... and now it was nothing but shards to be trodden on. At least most of them lay strewn about Snippy's work bay, the better to keep an eye on him.

Captain's slouch took them all the way down onto the rickety chair that Snippy kept. It creaked ominously under the human's ungainly weight, and yet the sound was familiar enough by now that Captain did not shoot straight up again. The loss of Mug Two throbbed in time with the wide, purple blotch on their jaw. "I am disconsolate," they announced, following a startled sigh. "Nurse, bring me my morphine, and then it is straight back to the hovering machine for you." The pure yearning in Captain's voice suggested that they had wretched plans for the hovercraft that Snippy was working on.