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| Topic Started: Aug 8 2011, 08:46 PM (38 Views) | |
| BallPunion | Aug 8 2011, 08:46 PM Post #1 |
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It was a long grueling day for the man that stood high upon his greatest work. The strong winds coming from the shore, beckoning him to plunder her salty mounds, stroked his curly brown locks. Already he could hear the crash of waves, the yell of orders, the taste of the salty sea, and the screams coming from the bank on the other side of the market as a funny looking reptile thing strode in. This was of no concern for him, for he was a man above petty things like innocent citizenry being horrifically mauled by large fierce beasties! Why? “Because I'm Ball Punion, bitch!” His bellow echoed through the streets and caught a few strange glares, more than the amount he already got for standing on top of a ship in the middle of town. It struck him odd that there were so many other people nonchalant about the likely massacre taking place. Maybe these really are his kind of people! “You're my kind of people!” … Yes, they are his kind of people... “I, Ball Punion, am lookin' for some fine young lands to man My Chicken!” Several parents cup the ears of their children and whisk them far from the loud man. “First order of business is to jerk it to the ocean's spray!” “Tha ship's got no wheels,” a boy called from the crowd amassing beneath the bow, “how're we gonna git to tha lake?” “An' tha lake's got no ocean spray!” A second boy chimes in. “An' why should we?” Growling from the prowl, Ball takes out his secret weapon for times like these. “Cause we're goin' afta treasure kiddies! Now tie My Chicken to Steve the Goat.” his hand waves down to a scrawny goat chewing cud next to the ship, “and git us to the sea!” “Why's the goat named Steve? It's-a she!” “A goat can't drag a ship!” “Wut treashza? You never been outside tha town!” “Enough with the balk tack an' get ta jerkin'! This is an order from your mayor!” Ranting he hollers at the children poking holes in his goal. “You ain't da mayor!” “We haven' got one!” “Baa~” He glares to the side at the goat berating him, “e tu, Steve? E tu?” “An' stop callin' her Steve! It's Jessie!” Upset with the children, Punion throws his axe at them, he's pretty sure he hit a cuple, and storms back into My Chicken to work on his campaign slogan. That's right. Ball Punion, craftsman, lumberjack, goat owner, and soon to be mayor! Then those damn kids will be put in their place. He'll have them sweeping the streets, growing food, and jerkin' My Chicken all day! |
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