"I really wish the chef wouldn't experiment *too* much."

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes he just goes too far."

"Same question."

"Dude. He's using toenail shavings as a spice."

"How do you know they're from a toe?"

"Wouldn't be much better if it was a finger."

"But it wouldn't have been from a toe, you assuming assumer."

"The disgust still stands."

"Well, look what he's got to work with. We're lucky we get bread. From bonemeal, but bread." A chunk gets thunked on the table.

"Oi! You lot bitchin' about Chef's sumptuous fare?"

"No!"

"No, sir!"

"You know Chef delivers the most delectable diet this side of #layer1! The Don of Delish, he is known to you, Apprentice Diver Branigan, and to you, Journeyman Diver Branigan! How dare ye denigrate this dynamo of the dining world?!"

The Branigans shared a glance.

"We daren't, Captain Diver Branigan."

"We daren't do, sir."

"Do see that you don't, degenerates! There's always more where you came from!"

A moment or two passed as the captain sauntered past, flippers flapping on the mess hall floor and the goggles blapping on the air sack.

"That was a lot of alliteration."

"Well, don't continue it."

"Sorry."

"You finished eating?"

"One sec." The plate of suggestive pink was cleaned, and clump of blonde hair pulled from teeth. "Yeah."

"Let's go, then. We're due at the air lock in a few minutes, and we still need to fill our air, polish our goggles; all that."

They flapped away after the captain out of the mess, echoing down the empty halls of the vast cavern. Following the grey corridors they found the bellows to fill their thin, stretchy hide air sacks, the waxing room to touch up the polish on goggles of translucent teeth, and sinew to stitch rips in their fleshy flippers.

"*Down at the bone lock, there'll be chopping and such. Down at the bone lock, they'll be recruiting more stock,*" Journeyman Diver Branigan's humor was matched only by his musical tastes, and they often mixed, for some reason.

Apprentice Diver Branigan understood. "*Down at the bone lock. Bone lock.*" He was a Branigan.