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You probably ponder for a second before making a decision, not that that's unusual for you. <span class="mu-i">YES</span>, you answer as a grim, toothy smile wraps around your face, it'd be a <span class="mu-i">pleasure</span>! Heh heh HEH!
"<span class="mu-s">GOB!</span> That's the spirit!" Exclaims your new partner as he slaps your back with one of his massive bear claws! "You can stop steepling those fingers of yours now!"
Whoops--got a little carried away! Exchanging a knowing glance with '<span class="mu-i">Dinga</span>', you innocently ask the leader of the pack when you're shipping out!
"Well," He ponders as your fellow bar patrons slowly return to their previously scheduled revelry, "The tracker says that Stan's already nearby... but you know how a cornered animal can get, GOB..."
"She's a tricky one!" Adds Darwin in a wary tone. "She gave me and Thel the slip back at the <span class="mu-g">FACTORY--</span>still not sure how she got outta that cell!"
"Those meatbags <span class="mu-i">do</span> generate a lot of moisture..." Thelonius suggests. "I still think she slid right through a seam in the wall!"
"<span class="mu-s">GOB!</span> Point is, we need to be careful!" Concludes the leader! "We'll have to gather some <span class="mu-g">SUPPLIES</span> first, maybe put together a backup plan-"
Oh <span class="mu-i">NO</span>--this is gonna take <span class="mu-i">FOREVER!</span> Making your displeasure known with a drawn-out groan, you down the remaining contents of your tankard and slam the cup on the bar! This right here? This is the tomfoolery that's gonna get them all <span class="mu-i">killed</span>!
"<span class="mu-s">GOB!?</span> What do you mean, Dingo?"
What does he mean, '<span class="mu-i">what do you mean</span>'? That sexy beast is already in the neighborhood--you've gotta strike now while the lion's hot!
"Botched idiom aside, I agree with, uh, <span class="mu-i">shnookums</span>." Adds Mitz as she gives your arm a gentle squeeze. "That freak works fast--we need to work <span class="mu-i">FASTER!</span>"
The turkey weighs your words for a moment before nodding in approval. "GOB... you're the experts, after all. <span class="mu-s">VERY WELL, THEN!</span>" Leaping onto a nearby table (and thoroughly horrifying its occupants in the process), Tory addresses the restaurant with a sweeping gesture! "Get some side dishes ready, everyone, because <span class="mu-i">this</span> turkey's about to bring in the main course!"
"AYE!" Roars Nor'easter along with the other patrons, "Don't be returnin' without her ugly head!"
"We be mountin' it over the gangplank!" Jokes Two-Patch, earning a round of laughter from the other buccaneers!
"Outside?! D'ye intend ta' be scarin' away all me customers!?" Counters the Bar Wench! Hey, that's kinda mean-
Before you can object, you and Mitz are triumphantly paraded out of the restaurant by a horde of drunken, cheering sailors!
"Is it bad that I feel kinda bad?" Mitzi asks as the crowd sets youdown in front of the gangplank and gradually stumbles back into the boat.
Yes, you snarl, so <span class="mu-i">quit</span> it!
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