oh my god I don't know what happened
"We're not friends," Jasper rapidly assured Mr. Morty, and himself, and anyone else within earshot who might be able to corroborate this testimony in the event of his disappearance. "I mean, we barely know each other. She's been very nice." None of this was helping. Or, for that matter, bringing any illumination on what was so obvious to Mr. Morty and that would send his friends running. Was there a class all of these women took to strike fear into the hearts of men? "And, I don't know, it would be nice to see some fish." There probably wouldn't be any nighttime snorkeling. Maybe Jasper could look into it when they docked, because it really wasn't fair to miss out on all of the best cruise stuff on the first cruise he ever got to take. Did other people not like snorkeling?