11.15.2006
The Wit And Wisdom Of Francis W. Burton
You take Frank's flask away from him. He frowns. "Aw, c'mon now. That ain't right."
Inspecting it, well no, you'd have to say it's no 'magic potion'. "What the hell you think was in there? Some sort of super elixir or something? A genie maybe? It's Blackkoon's Original Sour Malt, 100 proof. A man's beverage." Whiskey. Non-magic. Room temp, or a little hotter than, given the weather. Nasty, nasty business. "Hell no I got no potions. You got the wrong campaign my friend."
"Aw damn. A Prince? Well that just figgures. My goddamn luck. What's up yer highness. No wonder there's a freak show of boat guards. Look, I attacked this ship on the basis of one piece of evidence: 1) I'm a goddamn pirate. Pirate captain, really. Or was. That over there is my ship, The Bronze Dragon. I think that answers your first question. Shit, what was the question again? What I'm doing on the high seas? Raping and pillaging my friend, the ol' R-P-G. Raping and pillaging." Frank sighs, reminiscing.
"Well, back to prison. That's cool, I've gotta go say hello to some guys anyway. One of 'em owes me a pack. You know this boat you got here ain't so different than the Big House, with all the trannies you got packin' business."
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TK nut-kicked. Living by the 'cavelier's code' he ain't.
Inspecting it, well no, you'd have to say it's no 'magic potion'. "What the hell you think was in there? Some sort of super elixir or something? A genie maybe? It's Blackkoon's Original Sour Malt, 100 proof. A man's beverage." Whiskey. Non-magic. Room temp, or a little hotter than, given the weather. Nasty, nasty business. "Hell no I got no potions. You got the wrong campaign my friend."
"Aw damn. A Prince? Well that just figgures. My goddamn luck. What's up yer highness. No wonder there's a freak show of boat guards. Look, I attacked this ship on the basis of one piece of evidence: 1) I'm a goddamn pirate. Pirate captain, really. Or was. That over there is my ship, The Bronze Dragon. I think that answers your first question. Shit, what was the question again? What I'm doing on the high seas? Raping and pillaging my friend, the ol' R-P-G. Raping and pillaging." Frank sighs, reminiscing.
"Well, back to prison. That's cool, I've gotta go say hello to some guys anyway. One of 'em owes me a pack. You know this boat you got here ain't so different than the Big House, with all the trannies you got packin' business."
...
TK nut-kicked. Living by the 'cavelier's code' he ain't.
