With a sloshing crash, a giant barrel falls through the roof and collapses the floor. A tidal wave splash sounds from the cellar. Squelching footsteps come up the stairway, and out emerges a penguin, dripping with some sort of green, foamy liquid, and dressed in a ridiculous pirate costume. He wears a tattered, sopping seaman's jacket, a massive drooping hat, its brim filled with the bilious green fluid, and topped with a huge purple feather plume. His loose leather boots squelch on the floor, and a he waggles a wooden toy sword, which has been painted gold, towards the man who showed no face.
He grabs a tankard from a nearby table and sqeezes the grog out of his jacket into the mug. Then, he tosses the foamy, salty, icy-cold, bilious green mug of grog towards Gaian.
"Yarr, matey!" he says, jumping into the air and clicking his heels together, "Yer' lookin' dark, yeh' are! I gots a question fer' yeh': Do yeh' like chocolate?!"