[ The angrier Pickles gets, the more Chase is grinning, as if he's solely responsible for all the frustration, and thus, gets to reap all the entertainment.

But that grin falls, replaced with a look of... aggrieved confusion, really, as Pickles lets him in on the current state of things. ]

Parties? What, like they're just braiding each others' hair in an endless slumber party? Don't tell me the bastard's gone soft...

[ Well. That's fine if he has. It makes the Captain easier to take out. ]