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| Say, Blackbeard, do you ever think that killing Dr. Dave was a bad idea? Think?! Do you think I think? What kind of respectable pirate wastes the time he could be pillaging and sacking to think about what he does? We're pirates, not philosophers, First Mate Carter. You're right. What's done is probably done...unless there's a plot twist that even Hemingway wouldn't go for. There's the First Mate Carter I know. Now, don't we have some killing to do? No, Blackbeard, sir, I believe there's only raping and a small amount of pillaging on today's to do list. Grr....I wanted to kill...but women will be a nice break, I suppose. Where to find these women? Back in Chatsworth, GA sir. Yarr... |
| Yarr...the old home turf...ahh...the sweet smell of nasty carpet chemicals and cow poo! It is good to be back, sir. Now, where are these girlies? First Mate Carter, use thy stethescope! Eye, eye, captain. The women are 40 degrees off the port bow, sir. Excellent. I can smell their sweet perfumes even now. Now, I'll revert to my old form. I also get first pick. You can have the ugly ones. But what if all the ones you pick have crabs like what happened last time? Shut up, you! I'm just looking out for you, sir. Look out for yourself, I'm going to get you a whale of a girl today for that one. Mwa yarr yarr! Honeys closing in Capt'n! |
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| Hi, I'm Lauren. Hi, I'm Fine. Hi, I'm Christina. And we're Murray County Girls. That's right. We're ready to party. WE'RE FIIINNE!!! Uh huh, and we can teach you a thing or two about everything you wanted to know but never knew existed. I'll shake you. I'll bake you. I'm fine, fine, fine, fine, fine! |
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| Yarr....what be this? These girls want us?! We're pirates, they aren't supposed to want us! I believe they are in some sort of trance, sir. Or they are what is called horny. My god! What has put them this way?! I've never seen anything like it! Women are supposed to yell and scream that they hate me and don't want me. They're not supposed to lick my arm before I even introduce myself. It's no fun this way. We must find who is making the girls this way and stop him or her! Agreed. Let me talk to them. Girls, who made you this way? Can you show us who it was? We'd like to see him....uhh..or her. |
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| Hee hee hee. You shall see him soon enough. He says he has business with you. But first you must suffer! Suffer! Suffer! I'm fine! He has done some travelling, he says. Across space and time, he says. He comes for you. He's fine. New things has he learned in the slipstream of unconsciousness. He shall banish you there to teach you lessons... |
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| Where shall we meet him, oh three girls? He shall come to you, when you least suspect it. Riding a horse he stole from Apollo. We didn't happen to piss off John Wayne did we? Yes, you pissed him off in your last adventure, but he is not the one who comes for you. Then just who exactly is it? Who would you expect to come back in a comic on a website that is owned, operated, and written by Dr. Dave? John Belushi, as mentioned in the last comic? No. John Candy? No. Abraham Lincoln? No. The Evil Zombie Pirate LeChuck? Possibly. Guybrush Threepwood? He is not yet deceased. Ah, here he comes now. I hope he brought us lunch. I can't wait to have turtle soup, it's my favorite! |