“Saboteurs are always so gross,” the pirate grumbled. “Yeah, well, you smell like BO,” Prowl snorted. The hulking pirate took his eyes off Noir and circled the mast so he stood before Prowl. “What did you say?” he growled, his voice like the rumbles of a volcano. “I said you smell like BO,” Prowl said. The hulk cracked his knuckles. “Which is short for beautiful orchids,” Prowl said.
