Oh, Grog Machine! You turn up in the strangest places and you unknowingly help me. Our fates are intertwined and I’ve appreciated your companionship from the moment I laid eyes on you at Stan’s Previously-Owned Vessels. You were wrecked by LeChuck’s ghostly body and I later discovered your broken remains in a storage room underneath the amusement park. Yes, I said it, for I believe, my dear friend, that you hold the key to The Secret and by studying your whereabouts we can learn not only what we have sought for so many years, but also the true way of appreciating a fine piece of machinery.
Greedy corporations wanted dirty money for your appearance, but we gave you a make-over and you look better than ever. Your true value can never be measured in mere currency. Oh, dear Grog Machine. You are a mystery to me.