Vote 08: The Portsmouth Council Elections

[Black Bart]

Portsmouth wuz never meant to ave proper democracy loik wot ye've got in the Squeeky Clean White House over der.  Stop countin, toss a Gold Dubloon or somat an get on wiv it.

[Griffin NoName]

Portsmouth wuz never meant to ave proper democracy.....

Sez You !

Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't, Yes it was, No it wasn't.

Ye'll nivver be Mair now !

Ye shot yeself in ther fooot.

[Bluenose]

<Storms into counting room surrounded by a mob of angry looking pirate scouts armed with Swiss Army pocket cutlasses>

Roight you lot!

This 'ere is a queue, er a cue, umm a cooo, no its a bloody a take-over!

Jess slowly stan' up and go over there against the wall an no-one will be hurt.

Now, Oi want the soopervizor to come over 'ere an' write down in noice clear writin' that Cap'n Bluenose 'as bin deklared the winner of this 'ere heleckshun.

Yess tha' seems abowt roight.  Hokay, wear arrgh me mayoral roabes?  An' me gold chains o' hoffisse?  Hokay, now Oi got ter go an hintroduce meself to me luvin publik.  Timmy and Johnno, you stay 'ere and make shoore this lot stays put fer the time bein' the rest o ye can form an 'onour guard as we make a noice procession down to the town square ter hinform the populaice o' me elevashun ter the mayorlaty...

[Pachyderm]

*taps Cap'n Bluenose on the shoulder*

"Oi fink yez 'as me robes an chains an' hofficial Cutlass of Office. Oi would happreciate they're being returned. Handle first, in th' case o' the Cutlass."

[Griffin NoName]

'Av Oi bin drinkin' or ken Oi reelly see six mairs ?

[Bluenose]

<turns aroud slowly, looks at Pachy>

Ye scurvy dog!  Oi shud jest loike ter remine ye that Oi be in kontroll o' the produckshun o' Captain's Delight and Oi kin jest as eesily turn it orf.  So ye better be backin away an lettn me get on wiv me mayorin...

[anthrobabe]

Perches self on highest chair in the room-
this is gettin 'hinterestin

anybody for pop-corn?

[Aphos]

Jess remebers.  We rodents know where ALL the bodies is buried.

[Bluenose]

<looks over to rat on window sill>

Yarr....  Well Oi s'pose Oi culd divert sum o' the rat poison err, sekret hingredient 27 from the Captain's Delight production loine for use as the manufacturererer hintended...

Now, be dere enny wun else wot wants ter challenge me hinalienabell roights as mair o' this dump?

[Pachyderm]

Oi remains unkoncerned abaht yer Capn's Delioght, as oi 'as jest turned me Arrgh 9000 into a floatin' Gin Palace.

Hand over that there Cutlass, Blue, Oi 'as official plunderin' ter get on wif.

[piscatorial pugalist]

The sound of trumpets break the air......heralding the entrance of the 'The Hat'....who flounces in, casts a monocled eye around the proceedings...

Well, Well I say me pyraty chums......so we're all having a go at this politiking are we......*turns to the Mairs all stood eyeballing each other*

...with a slight sneer on his lips

..."If i'd known it was gonna be fancy dress......I'd 'ave dressed down"

..and then casts his monocle around for the shapely gert.......dribbling slightly

[anthrobabe]

Oi great ye gits now a come all them buggers from the re-kounts room to watch ye fite it outin. I outa clobers tha lot o ye an stuff ye in barrels and send ye to sea wif labls sayin hard tak on 'em then ye'd be in a word o trubble.

An piscatorial-- ye bes be cleanin up any messes ye makes about here- or theill be blud to cleans up!

[nefyuBB]

vot fer ME!

i pomiss ta poit eyes creem in ebberwee shup
ya kin ave alla tha kookys ya wantz
ya kin ave alla pyes ya wantz
an ya kin can all stay up affer bed tyme ta pway

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[Griffin NoName]

vot fer ME!

Ye be a blitherin' h'idiot. The h'electuns be done h'and dusted yeers ago. H'an anyways, we 'as ter sort owt the expense clayms befur we can h'elect anywun.