[Just the same as oil and water didn't mix, Coby and jokes were impervious to one another. He batted a lash at Liz, completely lost by that joke. He took her whole-heartedly seriously.]

Would tar help? Well, we could try that later.

[TAR FIIIGHT]

Regardless, just gripping them when they're stationary isn't bad, but--if you grip them without lubrication during a storm, well-- [You lose all your skin. All of it.]

The tar barrel is right over here. [Coby popped it open with one hand, resting the lid right by the barrel. THE JOY OF SAILING.

Setting his book in this clothing, Coby went about the beautiful business of rubbing his palms and fingers with tar.]