Toadfish Monastery

Quote from: Black Bart on October 06, 2009, 02:11:32 PM
Anyone seen that blaggard Darcy?...thar be a price on his head.

Y'aarrrggghhh, there'll be evin more onnis head if he gets near us!

Wabbitawabbitawabbita!

Oy, Oy!  No throwing jello at Darcy. He would be unable to express how awful it felt, which is unfair.

Oi sais, pull 'im inta thee resslin pit! 'E seemes t'ave a poker up 'is ... cutlass sheath ... an hit moight loosen 'im hup a bit to flail around in thee jello fer awyle wif strong, hindependent, vyvashus pyrate wenches.

Yarrrgh, e'll be moor hapresheatiff ov thee long-sufferin Miss Eliza, oi finks.

Were's NefyuBB?  Oi thought he'd be clammerin in 'ere at the first menshun of jelly...

Th' poor lil' squidling'd never survive the Jello pit!

C'mon girls, let's drag that Aggie in here! He's too clean!

Oh, no ye's don't!  Oi don't fight with wimmin!


_{they always win - I let 'em} 

Ye'll nay be gettin owtta it that eezy, Aggie me bucko!

<throws big gob of jello into Aggie's eyes>

<Rolls across under Aggie's feet while Cap'n Pachy gives him a good push from behind while he's distracted>

Yarr!  They ye be me ole chum, jess wait fer a dose o' Opsa's patented Suffocatin Cleavage Hold ^TM.  Hit be werth it!

<reaches out for nearest protrusion on a jello soaked pirate wench, gives good squeeze>





BLAM!

<falls back on floor, unconcious again>

Oh noes!

The blue one's out again...
*grabs Capt. Bluenose by his feet and drags him out of the ring*


Oi won't mess wif Capt. Aggi... Cutlasses, peglegs an hooks Oi can deal wif but 'is missus has a cleaver an knows 'ow to use 't...

Quote from: Bluenose on October 08, 2009, 05:49:36 AM
<reaches out for nearest protrusion on a jello soaked pirate wench, gives good squeeze>

Wipe the jelly out yer good eye ye gob - that were a protrusion but that weren't a wench it were protrudin' from.

these monk robes jes ain't meant fer resslin...

Quote from: Darlica on October 08, 2009, 11:15:57 AM

Oi won't mess wif Capt. Aggi... Cutlasses, peglegs an hooks Oi can deal wif but 'is missus has a cleaver an knows 'ow to use 't...

Well OI gots a cleaver in me cleavage, er... somewhere...
_{...aw crumb, musta left in in a poirate head...}

<wakes up as head bumps on edge of ring, knocking tri-corned hat on floor>

<Darlica drops feet>

Thankee Ma'am!

<picks up hat>

'Ere!  Who put this cleever in me 'at?

Sorry there, matey... ere, you can wear my cleavage as a hat ter keep yer dome warm whilst I stitch up the damage.

Arrrgghhh!  Ye be a foine wench, an no mistake.

<reaches up to adjust temporary hat, thinks better of it, returns hand to side>

"What this 'ere resslin bout needs is fruit!"

*empties piles of old, soft bananas and oranges from surprisingly roomy pockets in velvet frock coat*

'Ere now, we've become a fruit salad.

_{But I must say the soft bananers are a bit disappointin-loik}.