It was another one of those days on the S.S. Gazellehorn where Pelley was too bored to know what to do with himself. Palos was busy with something in the cockpit with Camil and Ray - They'd said he wasn't smart enough to really join, and while he was initially offended by this, he knew it was at least somewhat true. So there the space pirate laid, on the floor in the middle of the ship, idly staring off at the ceiling; occasionally rolling about just for some stimulation, but ultimately ennui.