Revenge of the Animals

9am and 77 degrees.
The first mate has trouble paying attention on the job. He may have to walk the plank.
My muse is in BIG trouble. She was being chased by the first mate and ran over Gordon's computer on the Nav station. It was on at the time. Her fancy footwork deleted a critical program and crashed the computer. She is confined to quarters until we can figure out a suitable punishment. With no opposable thumbs she can't swab the decks and twenty-five lashes just make her purr. A possibility is to cut her rations. It is all still under discussion.