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In lugnet.loc.au, Kerry Raymond writes:
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> Inevitably those who live by the sword die by the sword!
Or die by being sawed.
> Last weekend the crew of the Wobbegong were beheaded by a band of marauding
> women. The Wobbegong is now in the possession of a new all-female crew.
> Being a bunch of house-proud little piratesses, they have installed a
> stylish new ship's wheel that they found in a diver's net. They are
> considering installing a few cabin doors for their personal modesty.
At the Nepean River Bend Sink Hole, Red Beard the (female) pirate has been
recruiting females for crewing the Red Beard Rutter. Those red hulls are
kind of hard to come by, but wenches are in good supply, seeing the govt is
funding a retraining scheme for Church of S employees.
> Fooled by these feminine touches, the Islanders are now bowing and scraping
> in the hope of appealing to the new crew to return their monkey and parrot.
> Alas, these maidens might externally be the comely type with red pursed
> lips, but they have hearts as black as flint. They are sharpening their
> cutlasses for the feast of roast monkey planned for this very night! And the
> parrot will provide many a brightly-coloured feather to decorate their caps!
Maybe the Islanders can feed on the torsos of the ex-crew.
> Then tomorrow, they shall set sail for Belville world where they shall storm
> the castle, kill the pink fairies, and carry off the prince to be their
> plaything. They will also steal the cat; every ship needs a ship's cat!
I wouldn't eat those fairies, unless there is something inside that hard shell.
Whereas Belville bodies seem nice and tender.
Once the hair and feathers are gone, monkeys and parrots aren't a feast.
pete.w (not the fire chef)
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> Maybe the Islanders can feed on the torsos of the ex-crew.
No, only the heads.
The attack was made by a group of female heads (thanks Eli!). When they
rolled by and saw poor Princess Leia cut off at the waist for a figurehead,
they were angered and they determined to avenge her. After beheading the
male crew, the female heads attached themselves to the still-twitching
torsos to form the new Frankenstein Femme Fatale crew of the Wobbegong.
Admittedly there was a bit of a scragg fight over who got the most
highly-prized torso, the one with the wooden leg :-)
The Wobbegong sailed to Mel's house on Sunday for the BUGS meeting but sadly
Mel didn't provide any minifig food, so the piratesses moved the skeleton so
it hung from the bowsprit as bait for the local sharks. And indeed minutes
later they were rewarded when a shark leapt up and bit the skeleton getting
the leg stuck in the shark's throat . So, the Wobbegong sailed back to Port
Dining Table (its home berth) with the shark still thrashing about, hanging
off the bowsprit. It will be fish and chips for all on the Wobbegong
tonight!
Kerry
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