Things are going to shape up here! This old place has too many cobwebs and piles of rotting coffee filters. Mr. Jenkins!

[Mr Jenkins]: Yes, masters?

I want you to take all the junk in this base and either burn it for heat, build usable environmentally friendly potato processing plant from it, or make a slew of your mother's delectable venison sauce and serve it to the convention of Indie Rock nerds living upstairs. Lord knows it's probably going to be the most nutritious snack there, what with their "Chips" and "Dip" and non-standard modes of transportation.

[Mr Jenkins]: Certainly, Masters. Would you like a cup of tea while I set to work?

Yes, that will do nicely. Thank you. *siiiiip* Ah. Everybody needs a Mr. Jenkins.

[Mr Jenkins]: As you say, Masters.