"Captain! You have to believe me! You know my style—I wouldn't dare steal booze from your collection, let alone enter your room. My calves start cramping just approaching your door... I genuinely have no idea how this thing ended up in my hands!"
Aberration 077 was bellowing with his gravelly voice at Lawrence, causing such a ruckus that half the deck could hear. The sailors passing by all glanced sideways, curiously watching the ship's most unique "member" causing yet another commotion.
The silver-haired Lawrence, on the other hand, frowned deeply. He ignored the wailing and flailing of the mummy in front of him, instead thoughtfully gazing at the two bottles of beer on the deck alongside him.
He certainly believed what the sailor said—despite the mummy's generally unreliable behavior, he was especially reliable when it came to the "cramps at the sight of the captain" part.