Look at me. Now look at yourself. Are we so different? Can't we all get along? That is what my crew is all about. It is our first mandate. I will be your best friend. That's a promise. But you have to be mine. And should we ever fall out with each other, our code of honor demands one of us to sever that bond with blood.

My second mandate: Everything we do as a crew will be voted in democratically. What's for breakfast? Crew vote. Do we go to war with someone today? Crew vote. Should I finally kill myself this afternoon? Crew vote. That is a promise.

Last of all, I will not do a good job. If that is important to you, I'm sorry. 

Thank you.