*Sitting up in bed, Bubba rubs his aching noggin and listens as Shaz and Kaila try to calm the Yeoman.*

...Ohh my head...there must be an easier way to make a living...maybe I'll just find a nice quiet hole to crawl in and hide...then I won't have to worry about crazy people launching "Super Industrial Strength Death Missles" at us. Once again Shaz, thanks for patching me up. I probably would be sleeping with the fishes now, if not for all your help. It seems like every time I'm knocked out, I wake up to see your smiling face looking down at me, and those hands of yours working their magic. What would we do around here without you...

Well, I think I'm okay now...I'd better get back to the Galley, no telling what kind of horrors Falkor has whipped up. That kiddo is a walking tornado. Can I fix anything special for you? It's the least I can do...for putting me back together. I'll just be a moment...uhhh...my head...spinning...feeling a little woosy still...may...maybe I'll rest a bit more...if you don't mind. Hmm, are my eyes playing tricks on me, or is there a giant Ladybug climbing up the back of the Yeoman over there?