Allright...since no one else is actually posting, I'll make the second entry, even though I'm not on the crew... Captain, this is a figment of your imagination, and there is not really a post here. Or a stowaway. You have no broom closet. Go talk to Rew the Sane about your problems.
It's getting really stuffy in the broom closet. Although my friend, Mr. Grey Rat came over and we had some tea before I had to eat him for supper. But we had a good conversation, and he promised that his friend, Mr. Black Rat would be over first thing in the morning for tea. That's something to look forward to. Well, someone is ordering someone to swab the poop deck, so I'd best get out of the way if someone needs a broom. Until the next time I can find something sharp to etch into a wall, goodbye.
Squishy the Stowaway (not really, Captain!!)
I'm glad to hear you're just a figment of my imagination and that there's no stowaway or broom closet at all, and I hope that the conditions in that imaginary broom closet improve for you. Perhaps we will install an air conditioner. Sorry you had to eat your friend the rat, and I hope he gets better soon.
~Captain Tobias the Unsuspecting (and thoroughly confused)