Oh, no, wait -- now it's coming back. Just the grog speaking there. Right; you're still stuck on this hellhole, pretending to be simple actors, instead of the talented raider/thespians that you truly are.
Elvis. It's all his fault. For years, he has been chasing the Pirates, and especially the Pinafore. But you've always been smarter than him. Quicker than him. And certainly more vocally talented.
Well, you've seen your crew through some hard times before, and you'll see them through this time. And maybe, just perhaps, it is time that the Space Pirates achieved their true destiny, with the aid of Flippitatus, the Spatula of Wonder. You've been tracking carefully, working with subtlety instead of your usual gallantry, infiltrating the powerful commercial entity Oscar Mayer. And it has paid off: you have learned that "Flippy" is in the hands of the Minister Ryan Smart, the leader of those who would hurt the noble Wieners, and who is supposedly here this weekend. So you have followed, and at your earliest chance, you will capture the wondrous device from him. And if he is terribly lucky, you will sing to him, before going on to your glorious destiny changing the universe.
I am the very model of an Emperor Galactical...