(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Arrr?s
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Ahrrrr!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Arrrcellent!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Feck arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrse
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Arrrh, to be sure, to be sure.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Drink?
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Ahrr?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrrr!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: That would be an ecumenical matter!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrr. I don't know what that means, so I'll Arr some more :)
(Jolly Rogered) Maya whaps GlennRidge with an aardvark for quoting Father Ted.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Your safest bet ;)
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge: I was hoping for a biscuit ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax grins
(Jolly Rogered) Maya pulls a lever. GlennRidge is buried under a tonne of biscuits.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot: Arrrrr, ye have to quote better for biscuits
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot: Arrr, orrrrr not
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge: Woohoo!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot: Maya, do ye think he'll notice that the biscuits are made with Cod Liver Oil?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge: *sells the biscuits at raves*
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Only if his sense of taste has come back.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrr.. Maya, did you drop the hash cookies on him?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: *As the ravers keel over in a comatose state, runs in and steals their wallets*
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: No, I'm keeping them in the *whisper whisper whisper* like you told me to.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix nods
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrr, they'll never suspect they're hidden under my bed
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrrr :(
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Theyre not.....
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Damnit, you're not supposed to say it out loud!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrr?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: I've already appropriated them ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Ahrrr!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Grrrrrrrrraaaarrrrr!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Would you like one? ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Yes, thanks.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: I want me 'ole stash back, ye scurvy sea dog!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk slips Warrax a hash stash, but doesn't know you noticed!
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Arrrh, get back in the rope locker, ya good for nuffin cabin boy Potshot!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Yur!
(Jolly Rogered) Maya blinks.
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Cabin boy?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Warrax has been eatin my hash cookies again
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: He got demoted for the cannon incident.
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: It shall never be spoken of again.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: He can't be a cannon boy till we've oiled him thouroughly....
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Only because I was trying to save your scurvy ridden behind, Warrax!
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Arrrh, where is Helena when you need your cabin boy oiled?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: I always wondered where she got the oil from... she never seemed to use a barrel of it or anything...
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: It's best not to speculate...
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: ... but you can speculate if you like ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix shudders
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: ArrrrRrrRrRrrRRrrRrrR
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: A growing boy needs his lunch!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Such as?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Luncheon meat?
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Glenn, you're not a growing boy. You're a full-grown llama/parrot hybrid..
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: She's right, you know...
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: *squawk* *spits in your face* ?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Glenny want a cracker?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: rofl :P
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: *eats cracker* *kicks Warrax*
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Oi .... we're running low on provisions, you be careful.
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: I think a little poultry might be just the thing.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: *chews on the sails*
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Do we need to invade somewhere to get new supplies?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: I think we do ... unless you like flour in your weevils?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Ewww!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Who has a good supply of weevils?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Space weevil?
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Weevils? Those are weevils?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: And I think we're out of cooking soap too.
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: I was under the impression they were small cockroaches!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Not the ooking soap!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: c (Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrr, no, we ran out of cockroaches months ago
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: No, we have plenty of ooking soap. I borrowed some from the Librarian when we invaded UU.
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Now, I don't want to alarm you. But we're down to 5% aardvarks.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Mother of Arr
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: We're vulnerable to attack!
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Oh dear. We must stop by Planet Vaardark soon!
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: We do still fortunately have 45% biscuits, so we aren't completely defenseless, unless .....
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Cocktail time!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Unless?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax peers worriedly at Glenn
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: You know what he's like with biscuits .. Potshot, go check the biscuit stores.
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Erm, I think I was storing the war biscuits with the hash cookies.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix digs around
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Yep, 45%, we're all set for bat
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Wait a second
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: They're all hollow!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Glenn!!!
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax starts looking around nervously
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Ye wouldn't happen to know how these 'ere biscuits became 'ollow, would ye?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk looks supiciously innocent.
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Well, do we have any booty we could sell to raise funds for some more weaponry?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix pokes GlennRidge with a blunt cutlass
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arr!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: We'd better, unless you've eaten that too, Glenn?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: We still have some of the chocolate we raided for, if you can bear to part with it.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk burps loudly.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix turns red
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Awwwww, Potshooot!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: What exactly *haven't* you eaten, deck scrubber?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax says calmly: "Potshot, be a good pirate lad and check the chooclate will you"
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: The full sik prologic subwoofa system ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: We can sail around playing doof doof musak until people give us their aardvarks and biscuits!
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: But we don't have earplugs. :(
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: We can concoct a directional sonic cannon with this 200 inch subwoofer!
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Glenn, where did you get all the sound hardware from?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: And when our victims are looking for another set of pants, we steal their wallets!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: OoooArrr!
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: The _expensive_ sound hardware.
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: You didn't sell all our food, did you?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: I bought it from a bloke who kept saying: Get it WHILE it's HOT!
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: _Stolen_ expensive sound hardware. And I bet it's even got a money-back guarantee.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arr... Let me guess, he said he'd post the warranty?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: That's right!
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Have you checked the mail lately, then?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: I don't have a letter box, I ate it :(
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Of course, what was I thinking.
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: You ate a _letter box_? How could you?! I bet you didn't even marinate it first!
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Have there been any mail ships nearby?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Well, there was that one .... but we did burn it down to the waterline, if I recal correctly.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Why do we need the warrenty? Lets play some DOOF! ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: What doof music do ye have?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Dukes of Doof, volumes 3 through 56
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: What happened to vols 1 and 2?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Ate them :(
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Hmmm, and those are the rare ones too ... the ones we could have sold for supplies.
(Jolly Rogered) Maya looks at Glenn's CDs: The Best of Doof, The Best of Doof 2, Doof 3: The FInal Doof, Doof's Greatest Hits, Doof Doof Doof and Other Greats, GlennRidge's Doof Festival Bonanza.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: I even got DJ SUKKkkkkARZzzzzz!, with Doof Ate My Dingo!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: I see Maya is impressed... ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Hmmm, do you think the slave traders would give us enough money for Glenn?
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: We'd have to keep his eating habits a secret from them, though.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: ARSE!
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Impressed? I'd rather sit through every Spice Girls song ever written than listen to your music, Glenn.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: She's dissin' ya, Glenn
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Sssssssssssssssay wot?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk pops caps everywhere! ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: She be dissin' ya doof
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: She's allowed too, ships cook outranks a Senior cabin boy.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Where did you get those caps from, Glenn?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Regurgitated them ;)
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Want some? ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: You would be able to, say, regurgitate our money?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: You wouldn't be able to regurgitate our aardvarks, would you?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: On second thoughts, never mind
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Nahhh, they've all gone full cycle ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Then where are they now?
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Eww...
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix shudders to think of it
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: What do you think we're using as ballast?
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Cabin boy Potshot, climb down there and let out all the ballast, will you?
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Sheesh, I'm going to see if any other pirate ships have use for a cook fully trained in Offensive Cookery and Aarvark Maintennance.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Don't be callin me cabin boy, life boat cap'n
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Let out the ballast??? We'll have no control over the ship! ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: We can let in some water *beams*
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: What other pirate ships, Maya? Have you been seeing another ship behind my back?
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Not yet.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: But... but... you don't love us any more?
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: I never loved you. I was only in it for the money.
(Jolly Rogered) Potshot of Ix: Arrr, that'd be right
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: Arrrh, we are pirate lads and lasses, after all, matey.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Bah! *flies off in his spaceship* ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: You have a spaceship??
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: You sure you didn't eat it?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Positive! ;)
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: *Flies back in with a full compliment of aardvarks, biscuits, caps and miscellaneous goodies*
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: And just where did you get the money for that?
(Jolly Rogered) Dasquian: Arrrr!
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: From the Bank ;)
(Jolly Rogered) Maya: Which Bank?
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Westpac
(Jolly Rogered) Warrax: I hope you robbed it. I'd hate to think you'd gone all soft on us.
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: Yeah well, I regurgitated an Atomic explosion to distract everyone, then nicked off with everything ;)
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: I wonder if I can get on Guiness PrimeTime with that? ;)
(Jolly Rogered) GlennRidge le Funk: World's Most Horrific Mobile Freakshow!