((Actually, they were created by the First Undead, skull dude.))
The Cucumber Lord snorts, as several minions present a fan, wafting the smell away from him. "I have no need to aquaint myself with someone such as yourself. You serve a simple purpose, and after that, you are useless to me." he stands, moving to go deeper into the ship, from which emanates the smell of a well-cooked chicken breast, evenly spiced and marinaded in it's own fat. "Tell me when you're ready to move."