Addendum:
The 'squish' sound was our first indication of a procedural error as to our ceremonies format --we failed to appreciate that after fifty-some guys punched the pins of the fish past Anton's exoskeleton they would invariably dig into the critters chewer center. So, all said and done, sadly, his billet in Engineering remains open. However, we persevered: the girls had been hired, the wife's issued appropriate lies to get us through the night and early morning, the booze was flowing and the house skank gave the crew a good show with the resident mule; so, over all it went well... we had a ball. Not so much for Mr. ant, who lay crumbled in the fetal position (can ants do that?) under the table, leaking ant goo all over the floor. Fuck him!
DBF