[b]Vale Christophers barked a loud laugh, adjusting his goggles with his spare hand while the other hand spun his gun on its finger.
"Oh aye capt'n! I'll give it the chargin' of a lifetime!"
In one fluid motion, he sheathed his gun and pulled the pipe from his lips, blowing a column of smoke. He heavily suspected that smoking on the bridge was against rules and regulations, but he didn't care. Popping the pipe back in his mouth, he went to waddle from the bridge. As he walked, he accidentally bumped one of the staff.
"EY! Watch it lard-bucket! I'm walkin' here"
He barked another laugh, as if it was the most hilarious statement ever, and shuffled from the bridge. Heading to the engine room, he rummaged around in his pockets of his jacket for the charging coupler. Swearing loudly, he turned on his heels and headed back towards his room to pick them up.
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