It was just a washed-up politician looking for a new power base. I turned him into bait, but haven't caught anything yet.
just a washed-up politician looking for a new power base.
Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, or Al Gore?
Thanks, Cap'n.
I just wish the fish weren't turning their noses up at him.
That was way too long without even a nibble, so maybe the bait is no longer fresh. Last night, I soaked him in a barrel of rum, so let's toss him out there pickled and see what bites.
Hurls line far out to stern.
That was way too long without even a nibble, so maybe the bait is no longer fresh. Last night, I soaked him in a barrel of rum, so let's toss him out there pickled and see what bites.
See? Even us Sahuaganauts standby our standards. No sauced up second string psychopathic shooter will succeed as a snack.
Cuts the line.
Sheesh, if even the sahuagin won't touch it, there's no way we're gonna catch anything decent.
So, 3, have you talked over the possibility of a raid with Lord Jason?
See? Even us Sahuaganauts standby our standards. No sauced up second string psychopathic shooter will succeed as a snack.
So, I guess I'm safe?
No, they only turn their nose up at second string psychopaths. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Grabs Hillary and cuts her up into fish baitSo, I guess I'm safe?See? Even us Sahuaganauts standby our standards. No sauced up second string psychopathic shooter will succeed as a snack.
So, what? Are you saying I'm a third stringer!?!?!?
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So, what? Are you saying I'm a third stringer!?!?!?No, they only turn their nose up at second string psychopaths. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Grabs Hillary and cuts her up into fish baitSo, I guess I'm safe?See? Even us Sahuaganauts standby our standards. No sauced up second string psychopathic shooter will succeed as a snack.
Of course not Madame secretary. Everyone knows you are a first string psychopath. Continues feeding the talking bait to the fish.
So, I guess I'm safe?See? Even us Sahuaganauts standby our standards. No sauced up second string psychopathic shooter will succeed as a snack.
Did you guys hear something?
Sorry, I was napping. Did I miss anything?
Well, Jackson wanted to profess his love for Clementine, but was stopped cold by the evil Roger, who threatened to reveal the truth about Jackson's time spent in Sri Lanka. Meanwhile, Gertrude and Mark's marraige was threatened by the revelation that Horace was the result of a rogue genetic experiment combining the DNA of both with....No wait! That's my soap opera.
You mean it was all just a dream!? What a rip-off!
Just like Dallas when they killed Bobby!
So then, it's back to rowing Jason to his home island so we can inquire after the bottomless keg of rum. With maybe a stop for the running of the bulls. Too bad, I was looking forward to Pam being a widow...
We're going to be doing some running?
*breaks out the grinding wheel to start sharpening his horns*
Mmmmm....senoritas.
Senoritas is not a type of drink.. just thought I would clear that up...
That said.. we need some anyway!
No, they only turn their nose up at second string psychopaths. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Grabs Hillary and cuts her up into fish baitSo, what? Are you saying I'm a third stringer!?!?!? Of course not Madame secretary. Everyone knows you are a first string psychopath. Continues feeding the talking bait to the fish.
OoooHhhh! Seasoned Secretarial Squares! they go great with cheesy viking skull snacks.
pops open a tuperware and NOM, Nom, nom.
Maybe we can host a Mutual Rack Admiration Party in Spain with free sangria for the ladies.
Mmmmm.....tequila.
All right, Bulmahnauts, we've been slacking off today.
Let's put our backs into it!
All right, Bulmahnauts, we've been slacking off today.
Let's put our backs into it!
Aye aye, Cap'n.
*SNAP*
MEDIC!
I knew you'd regret having a backbone made of brass...
Battle speed!
Attack speed!
Bulmahnaut speed!
Wow...we skipped ramming speed and went straight to Bulmahnaut speed.
That must be some kind of record.
What about ludicrous speed?
Does that come between ramming speed and Bulmahnaut speed, or after?
I'm not sure, but I do remember that we'll leave a wake that's plaid.
Where the hell is everybody? Did they all abadon ship when I was napping in the Crow's nest?
It sure takes a long time to get my makeup perfect for Lord Jason.
Oh good, I thought I'd been left behind. I guess everyone else is off pillaging somewhere.
Mmmmm....rum.
Alright boys, stuff him in the rum barrel!
NOT YET!
I haven't emptied those yet!
Yo ho ho...
Drink up me hearties....
#4 was around here earlier. I thought for sure she'd want to go pillage something.
Good job men! I can see the coast of spain up ahead. Lets put to port and go run down some locals... and steal their booze!
Aye Aye Lord Jason.
I love Spain!
Such awesome traditions! (And I appreciate that they are more into eating pork than beef.)
After we trample folks, let's restock with Spanish hooch. Cava? What else?
I hear they make some good wine in Spain.
Yeah, they chill it with pieces of fruit.
Sets grind stone up on deck for horn sharpening.