Elarin's eyes opened exhaustedly after the ball of sauce-covered paper bounced off his snout. With a hiss of air as the spines on his head and neck were removed from the holes they made in the upholstery as his head shifted forward. Elarin noted that Vanessa was talking about the various missions listed on the want ad, including one that was actually someone offering help, and a massive space battle. Elarin scratched his snout a bit with his first two claws on his left hand, and glanced down at the list. He read through the list, making careful note of the less violent cries for help, then took to listening in on the conversation.

Elarin had a good internal laugh at Fiddlesticks trying to hit on Vanessa, which was audible as a small hiss to any that cared to listen. When Fiddlesticks began to question Will(or rather THE Will, but Elarin had taken to calling it Will)'s authority as Captain, he spoke up. 

[color=lightgreen]"Let me stop ya right there, kid. Will and I are two of the longest-serving members of this ship's crew. We've been through more together than I care to remember right now, so believe me when I say that Will is probably THE most qualified person here to captain the ship."[/color]

With that, he pulled a sucker from inside his sweatshirt pocket, unwrapped the paper, and popped it in his mouth. [color=lightgreen]"Now, about these missions. The [i]Quest for Flavor[/i] certainly ain't designed for combat, even with all those modifications that Mr. Icey, or whatever his name was, added, so that mission's out. Now, I can get us to the planets listed in the other ones no problem, but as far as which mission I'd rather help on, I'd like to hit up this 'Zane' guy. He sounds like a pretty cool frood, someone who knows where his towel is, all that jazz. So I say we help him out, but that's just my vote. I'll listen to whatever anyone else has to say."[/color]