Musings

..., go kill that effin mook of a crocodile cause I'm your captain." Then, to make matters worse, he got his ass handed to him by a fairy, a dude who wore a skirt, and a bunch of kids with a basset hound for christ's sake. Basset hounds have to be the least terrifying of all dogs. How did that fuckin jamoke wind up running a crew of blooodthirsty pirates? Clearly he was in the wrong line of werk.