Buggy is too old for this.

He wakes up--

wakes up

-- in a mess of rubble, soot, and splinters.

His neck is attached. It 's attached-- almost uncomfortably so, and he can pop it off just to stick it back on, and it 'll stay on.

There are no shackles on his wrist.

'Captain Buggy! ' Mohji exclaims, frantically attempting to clear the debris from his captain. 'Dammit! Everyone! Load up the Buggy cannon again! We 're going to decimate the rest of them all the way to the sh-- '

'No. '

Buggy abruptly speaks, but the words don 't come.

He reaches out to stop Mohji, though, grabbing at his First Mate 's arm and giving him a stern, chastising look.

Confused, he separates, freeing himself and getting back upright--

'just let her go, '

he tries to say, but the words, again-- don 't come.

It takes him another moment to realize his tongue-- though inside his mouth-- just isn 't attaching as well as it used to.