"WAKE UP."
Euclid opened his eyes. As usual, he woke up on the floor of the control deck of the cruise ship he commandeered some time ago, and to the sound of the ship's computer, MAL 9999.
"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP."
Euclid picked up a glass bottle and threw it in an indeterminate direction.
"Shut up..."
"Hey, you actually wore something to sleep this time. Listen, I think we're lost."
Euclid immediately stood up.
"Lost? How did you get lost?"
"Iunno. I think my navigational systems went screwy. But hey, at least we're approaching civilized land... if you can call it that."
Euclid looked out a window and sure enough, there was land only a mile or two away. He made out the strange buildings that made up the skyline of the landmass.
"Hmm..." Euclid was deep in thought, planning his next move.
"MAL, foghorn please." said Euclid as he walked out of the control deck.
"Where are you going?"
"I'll be cleaning myself up for a bit."
After a few beeps, MAL sounded the foghorn.