A loud snoring can be heard from somewhere in the rafters, then a large man falls down. Hitting the floor he immediately jumps up brandishing a sawed off shotgun
(??) his words somewhat slurred, and smelling outright of alcohol, the man begins shouting "Whossat? Weream I? Oh, bossman?" looking at a portrait of a stuffy looking military officer, likely a Admiral "Don worry sir!" begins to hiccup "Them bastages are gone! I plugged 'em meself!"
The group stares at the alcoholic, wondering where he came from, and what he's talking about.