Ken's pee continued to stream for several moments before sputtering to a stop. Swaying with the wind, he quickly pulled his pants back up and strapped them, then slowly leaned over the railing. Further and further he leaned, until... The drunken doctor fell right over the railing! He tumbled as he fell, but somehow hit the dock on his feet with bended knees, then sprang forward. His momentum carried him right to the two marines and Handel, where he stood on only his left foot to the navigator's right. With rosy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, Ken looked over both of the marine soldiers, his squinted opening as large as diner plates when his gaze turned to the woman.

Taking another swig of something foul smelling from his gourd, then letting it hang by his hip, Ken's fingers opened and closed in a grabby motion. [color=brown]"Hey *hic* mishy. You kno-o-ow, it's alwaysh good to get *hic* exshamined for breasht cansher. I don't even char-R-rge. Whatsh-ya shay?"[/color] Ken did his best to wink seductively, but could only blink with both eyes somewhat out of sync. First the right eye, then the left. It was kind of disturbing.