I say we pull along side, toss grapples, and heave to! We'll show those damn, thieving vikings what real monsters can do!
RAMMING SPEED! A ram is more efficient that grapples, and there ship looks like crap anyway.
Starts rowing like a fiend who has a soul dangled in front of his mouth on a stick.
Destroy Them!
Destroy Them!
Starts to cut the viking(v) entry out of dictionaries and throw them into the sea.
grabs his spear and puts on his magic helmet
Kill da Vikings! Kill da Vikings! Kill da Vikings!
Lowers himself onto the the ram and begins swiping his great axe through the vikings who flounder in the sea as their ship sinks.
Yo ho to -o!
Yo ho to -o!
Please do me the favre of not killing me...
Splits his skull wide open.
Ha-ha! Take that old man! How dare you foul Lord Jason's air with your breath, and my ears with your horrible accent?
Stuffs a moldy cheese in the yawning gap of his cranium as he goes down into the waves.
Splits his skull wide open.
Ha-ha! Take that old man! How dare you foul Lord Jason's air with your breath, and my ears with your horrible accent?
Stuffs a moldy cheese in the yawning gap of his cranium as he goes down into the waves.
Nicely done, boss!
unleashes a blood-curdling scream as he hurls himself down from the crows nest to land atop a little viking scum who was trying to sneak aboard the ship
Splits his skull wide open... Stuffs a moldy cheese in the yawning gap of his cranium as he goes down into the waves.
OHHH!!! Savory toasted cheesey Vikings!! My compliments go to the chef!
Starts storing cheesey splitskull viking soup in tupperware containers for the off-season
Splits his skull wide open... Stuffs a moldy cheese in the yawning gap of his cranium as he goes down into the waves.OHHH!!! Savory toasted cheesey Vikings!! My compliments go to the chef!
Starts storing cheesey splitskull viking soup in tupperware containers for the off-season
Badger badger badger mushroom! mushroom!
Egads! Some inebriated looking fiend has com aboard. To arms! he may be a viking sympathizer!
Grabs Beercifer's arms.
Got him 5!
Should we toss him over or force him to watch Packers game highlights?
Hmm.. it is hard for me to decide. After all... beercifer sounds like the fiend who gave beer to the world.. of this I approve. But as a fiend, it may be that he only gives stale, nasty beer, in which case I think we should cast him into the stygian depths to rot for all eternity...
Hmm.. that second one sounds fun, throw him over!
Hmm.. it is hard for me to decide. After all... beercifer sounds like the fiend who gave beer to the world.. of this I approve. But as a fiend, it may be that he only gives stale, nasty beer, in which case I think we should cast him into the stygian depths to rot for all eternity...
Hmm.. that second one sounds fun, throw him over!
Right away!
Throws Beercifer at the sahaugin.
Tosses a crate of mass-produced American pilsner over the side after him.
Looks like he was trying to sneak this into our stores of abbey ales.
There's a reason they call him Milwaukee's Beast on other planes..
I bring you tidings of great beer!
With a wave of the celestial being's hand, 100 kegs of the finest beers materialize on the Corbo's deck. The angel then disappears.
Tosses a crate of mass-produced American pilsner over the side after him.
Looks like he was trying to sneak this into our stores of abbey ales.
Actually, I think we picked that up at Wal-Mart...
Now, that's my kind of angel! I wonder if there's any barley wine in here?
Gets out his drinking horn.
Now, that's my kind of angel! I wonder if there's any barley wine in here?
Gets out his drinking horn.
Just a horn?
Puts a handle on a keg and starts drinking.
Sure...the nose horn taken from an elder blue wyrm...
Begins emptying several kegs of barley wine into horn.
Sure...the nose horn taken from an elder blue wyrm...
Begins emptying several kegs of barley wine into horn.
Not to be out done #20 empties all the kegs into the hold of the ship and starts drinking it out through a hose.
#5 Pulls a well-crafted pint glass out of his pack.
Things have grown quiet on deck... hmm.. looks like most of the crew is passed out. Too much drink for them means more drink for ME!
I'm up, I'm up...
Lord Ja-...Lord Ja-... hey, stop movin' around.
Not to be out done #20 empties all the kegs into the hold of the ship and starts drinking it out through a hose.
Hey! Us Sahuaganauts can drink like a fish!
uncorks one of the holes in the hull and starts siphoning suds sloshing in the ships storage.
So, where are we sailing to now?
Not to be out done #20 empties all the kegs into the hold of the ship and starts drinking it out through a hose.Hey! Us Sahuaganauts can drink like a fish!
uncorks one of the holes in the hull and starts siphoning suds sloshing in the ships storage.
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Relax #20, I moved all the booze into an extradimensional space. Trust me, you don't want any of what the fish boy is drinking.
Bilge water...guffaw.
Oh no.....more than just bilge water.
Oh no.....more than just bilge water.
That's not where we put the slaad eggs, is it?
My head hangs out over the water...I hope the rest of you aren't getting desperate or lazy...
:S
calls down from the crow's nest
Storm clouds off to starboard. In the words of CCR, "Looks like we're in for nasty weather."
5, are we sailing too near to one of the political threads?
That way lies madness!
5, are we sailing too near to one of the political threads?
*emerges from the sea and throws a grappling hook over the rail of the ship and begins to climb*
5, are we sailing too near to one of the political threads?*emerges from the sea and throws a grappling hook over the rail of the ship and begins to climb*
Clowns off the starboard bow!
I hereby seize this ship in the name of political threads!
Lift an arbalester off the deck, carries it over to the side, and sets it off in Penguin Vader's face.
Take that, elder one!
Fishes the lifeless body of Cheney out of the waves, gets a large hook on a line, baits the hook with Cheney, and casts it far out to starboard.
Hey, gang, I'm going fishing for something big that loves stinky bait!
Man, there's nothin' out there today. Gives dead former VP a couple of tugs, then lets the line settle at the stern for a little trolling.
stumbles up from below deck, still clutching his pint glass
Have we been invaded?
Good job Bulmahnauts!
Had we let this Cheney wander around deck, who knows who would have been shot in the face.