He would like an apology or the distance will narrow quickly."Peterson was grinning while watching the drama unfold. He was hoping that Masterson woul...n't apologize and his disappointment was clear when Masterson said, "I apologize for my rude behavior.You are quite correct in calling me out on it." Your apology is accepted. Have a seat here at the table," Sid said as he returned his sword to its sheath. Once it was sheathed, he sat back in his chair.Masterson said, "You are clearly of the same. She ran below and grabbed our rain gear.I heard the kids."Mom? What did you do?" they both asked."Oh sure, blame me," she replied."Mom ... you're the one with the watch." Art said."Yeah, mom," Ink agreed.She came back to the wheel and took over while I put on my wet gear. Not that it was wet ... it's to keep me from getting wet. Lookit ... don't blame me ... it's what sailors call it. Unless they call it foul weather gear.So she's minding the helm when we hit something."Errk," I said.The kids. I knew she probably had the whole story, and trying to hideany more of it would make me look worse. I still had an out though. Shehad signed a confidentiality agreement that covered anything she mightsee or hear in this house."OK, yeah, those things are mine. However, need I remind you that youhave signed a confidentiality agreement that will not allow you todivulge the slightest bit of information that you have?" Yes, and I believe that agreement only covers information that I havethat has. Several little robotic arms drop down from the ceiling to pluck the feathers off the chicken's carcass. The little arms moved quicker than any human chicken plucker could ever do no matter how experienced or jacked up on speed.Once the chicken was finished being plucked another arm with a sharp cutting tool attached to it slices the chicken open then a small opening sucked the guts out of the chicken in just a few seconds. Once the chicken has been beheaded, plucked, and gutted it now is ready.