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Pirate Radio, Saturday, August 11
Good evenin' me hearties! This be Barbossa, which be makin' this the one, the only pirate radio. And I, o' course, be the pirate.
Ye may all have a moment t' squeal wit' delight now.
*pause*
Very well. On wit' the news!
Readin', Writin', Rithamatic
That Umbridge wench who be thinkin' she can tell me how t' run me radio be not bold enough t' institute classes on Saturday.
*angry squeaking*
...and if she thinks o' it now, me apologies.
Roomin'
Aravis be checkin' up on Karal, which be hospitable o' her since she be sexilin' him fer a few weeks. Classy, that. And I be knowin' class.
*wee squirrelly snickers*
Quiet, ye. Anyway, they be agreein' t' a very secret system t' make sure that embarrassin' walk-ins no longer occur. Might I be suggestin' a giant sign that reads "We be havin' lots o' sex. Go away". It be makin' it easy fer the squirrels, too.
Ronan 'n Johnny-who-be-a-Storm be havin' a project, possibly a euphemism, Sam shows Peter-who-be-a-Petrelli his hand, possibly also a euphemism, 'n Troy be findin' that AJ be a puppy. Definitely not a euphemism. Charlie be stoppin' by anyway, not knowin' about the puppy thing. Or maybe she do...in which case I be not judgin' anyone's lifestyle choices. Carmela--be that not carmel spelled wrong?--
*chittering*
--who be a wench 'n not a snack food 'n I totally be knowin' that all along, be stoppin' by as well, 'n then the two wenches be discussin' someone's date with AJ. If it be while he be a puppy, well, see me initial comment about me not bein' judgmental. If ye be knowin' Tony the Turtle*microphone feedback,* ye'd not be judgin' either. He be sayin' that's how he be made thar king! *snort* 'n he wondered why we be maroonin' him.
Luke--the Skywalker, not the diner--be fiddlin' with Artoo. If that be a euphemism, interestin' choice...'n Tori 'n Jaina be stoppin' by. Z also be thar, but that's because it be where Z lives. Apparently thar be some kind o' angst about a scratch on his arm. Didn't he chop his own hand off earlier? Mayhaps Luke shouldn't be allowed near sharp things.
In the fourth floor common room this mornin', Adam be havin' cereal 'n cartoons, which be like rum 'n porn only borin', 'n Troy be comin' in t' talk about the show. By which I assume they also be meanin' porn.
'n outside, Billy be settin' up his very own shantytown. I be not aware that be something that be desirable. I be trendy years ago!
Revelin'
Troopers be movin' outside the school. Probably to keep that *microphone feedback* wench who be thinkin' she can tell me how t' run me station in check. If ye tape her mouth shut as well, thar be a shiny nickel in it fer ye. Never let it be said that Barbossa can't part wit' money fer a good cause.
That cause, in case ye be wonderin', be not includin' listenin' t' a frog sing, though Robin were over at Caritas doin' that if that be blowin' anyone else's skirt up.
Mary be at the Arms Hotel 'n be a kitten. O' course she is, silly squirrels! Have ye seen the *microphone feedback* on her?
*papers shuffling* Oh. An actual kitten. That be different. Anyway, John-who-be-a-Connor be tryin' t' talk t' her. She be a cat, John. That be mighty stupid o' ye. Unless mayhaps ye be into animals, too. Ye should call Charlie 'n form a club!
No need t' thank me. The happy smiles on yer faces be thanks enough. Oh, be sure t' invite Teddy. He, Ronan 'n Chad-who-be-a-tiger-now be havin' a cosy little picnic on the beach.
Millie be meetin' Stanley fer tea, Charlie be openin' Groovy Tunes, 'n Leo be openin' the Photo Hut. If anyone be havin' embarrassin' photos--or can make some--o' the charmin' new overwench up at the school, the squirrels be payin' good, well, not money, but somethin' for 'em.
Umbridge Family Reunion, Hurrah! Or a Goblin Invasion. Ye Say Potato...
...Oooh. Or maybe fer photos o' her warty little relatives, who seem t' be arrivin' at Selkie Cove on board ships! I be lovin' ships. Gabriel be openin' the church 'n then Umbridge-wench's relatives be coverin' him in goo! That be terrible rude. Karal, Thursday, Emma, Aly 'n Rikku be arrivin'--the church never be so full!--'n they be settin' out t' unstick poor stuck Gabriel. 'n then, o' course, there is plan makin'.
Hopefully the plan included checkin' the post office--where an Umbridge-wench relative--
*squeaks*
Fine. A goblin were tryin' t' retrieve a hedgehog from Gladys' head. As ye do. Roy 'n Moist were also thar. No word if they be also sportin' hedgehog-related headgear.
But back t' our intrepid heroes! They be spyin'--which be a good plan fer all ye potential trouble-makin' types. Runnin' full throttle wit' no plan is a good way t' end up hexed. I suppose--'n then they approach 'em. Which be what hero-types do. I be more o' a sideline guy meself. Unless I be on a ship. Cannons do a lot t' increase me bravery. So do other people wit' weapons. Fortunately, Special Agent Cooper be bringin' Troopers t' assist. Wit' thar shiny weapons!
Umbridge's relatives, bein' a sight smarter than the Umbridge wench, be haulin' *microphone feedback* onto thar ships again, Rikku 'n Aly think o' the poor captured hedgehogs, Karal be savin' the book Umbridge's relatives be leavin' behind--they could read?--'n the Troopers' shiny weapon be shootin' a ship out o' the sky.
*pause*
Sky? Ships fly?
*squirrelly squeaking*
I be totally knowin' that.
Fortunately no one be injured, despite ships fallin' from the sky--the first ship be pickin' up the second ship's survivors-- 'n the clinic both mornin' 'n evenin' be blissfully quiet. I be sure the young doctor 'n the doctor who be wearin' Bel's face be equally excited by that.
*papers rustling* That be all the news tonight. Keep yer eyes open fer that pink-wearin' wench--if ye trip her, ye be gettin' a big ol' kiss from the pirate--and have a good night!
Ye may all have a moment t' squeal wit' delight now.
*pause*
Very well. On wit' the news!
Readin', Writin', Rithamatic
That Umbridge wench who be thinkin' she can tell me how t' run me radio be not bold enough t' institute classes on Saturday.
*angry squeaking*
...and if she thinks o' it now, me apologies.
Roomin'
Aravis be checkin' up on Karal, which be hospitable o' her since she be sexilin' him fer a few weeks. Classy, that. And I be knowin' class.
*wee squirrelly snickers*
Quiet, ye. Anyway, they be agreein' t' a very secret system t' make sure that embarrassin' walk-ins no longer occur. Might I be suggestin' a giant sign that reads "We be havin' lots o' sex. Go away". It be makin' it easy fer the squirrels, too.
Ronan 'n Johnny-who-be-a-Storm be havin' a project, possibly a euphemism, Sam shows Peter-who-be-a-Petrelli his hand, possibly also a euphemism, 'n Troy be findin' that AJ be a puppy. Definitely not a euphemism. Charlie be stoppin' by anyway, not knowin' about the puppy thing. Or maybe she do...in which case I be not judgin' anyone's lifestyle choices. Carmela--be that not carmel spelled wrong?--
*chittering*
--who be a wench 'n not a snack food 'n I totally be knowin' that all along, be stoppin' by as well, 'n then the two wenches be discussin' someone's date with AJ. If it be while he be a puppy, well, see me initial comment about me not bein' judgmental. If ye be knowin' Tony the Turtle*microphone feedback,* ye'd not be judgin' either. He be sayin' that's how he be made thar king! *snort* 'n he wondered why we be maroonin' him.
Luke--the Skywalker, not the diner--be fiddlin' with Artoo. If that be a euphemism, interestin' choice...'n Tori 'n Jaina be stoppin' by. Z also be thar, but that's because it be where Z lives. Apparently thar be some kind o' angst about a scratch on his arm. Didn't he chop his own hand off earlier? Mayhaps Luke shouldn't be allowed near sharp things.
In the fourth floor common room this mornin', Adam be havin' cereal 'n cartoons, which be like rum 'n porn only borin', 'n Troy be comin' in t' talk about the show. By which I assume they also be meanin' porn.
'n outside, Billy be settin' up his very own shantytown. I be not aware that be something that be desirable. I be trendy years ago!
Revelin'
Troopers be movin' outside the school. Probably to keep that *microphone feedback* wench who be thinkin' she can tell me how t' run me station in check. If ye tape her mouth shut as well, thar be a shiny nickel in it fer ye. Never let it be said that Barbossa can't part wit' money fer a good cause.
That cause, in case ye be wonderin', be not includin' listenin' t' a frog sing, though Robin were over at Caritas doin' that if that be blowin' anyone else's skirt up.
Mary be at the Arms Hotel 'n be a kitten. O' course she is, silly squirrels! Have ye seen the *microphone feedback* on her?
*papers shuffling* Oh. An actual kitten. That be different. Anyway, John-who-be-a-Connor be tryin' t' talk t' her. She be a cat, John. That be mighty stupid o' ye. Unless mayhaps ye be into animals, too. Ye should call Charlie 'n form a club!
No need t' thank me. The happy smiles on yer faces be thanks enough. Oh, be sure t' invite Teddy. He, Ronan 'n Chad-who-be-a-tiger-now be havin' a cosy little picnic on the beach.
Millie be meetin' Stanley fer tea, Charlie be openin' Groovy Tunes, 'n Leo be openin' the Photo Hut. If anyone be havin' embarrassin' photos--or can make some--o' the charmin' new overwench up at the school, the squirrels be payin' good, well, not money, but somethin' for 'em.
Umbridge Family Reunion, Hurrah! Or a Goblin Invasion. Ye Say Potato...
...Oooh. Or maybe fer photos o' her warty little relatives, who seem t' be arrivin' at Selkie Cove on board ships! I be lovin' ships. Gabriel be openin' the church 'n then Umbridge-wench's relatives be coverin' him in goo! That be terrible rude. Karal, Thursday, Emma, Aly 'n Rikku be arrivin'--the church never be so full!--'n they be settin' out t' unstick poor stuck Gabriel. 'n then, o' course, there is plan makin'.
Hopefully the plan included checkin' the post office--where an Umbridge-wench relative--
*squeaks*
Fine. A goblin were tryin' t' retrieve a hedgehog from Gladys' head. As ye do. Roy 'n Moist were also thar. No word if they be also sportin' hedgehog-related headgear.
But back t' our intrepid heroes! They be spyin'--which be a good plan fer all ye potential trouble-makin' types. Runnin' full throttle wit' no plan is a good way t' end up hexed. I suppose--'n then they approach 'em. Which be what hero-types do. I be more o' a sideline guy meself. Unless I be on a ship. Cannons do a lot t' increase me bravery. So do other people wit' weapons. Fortunately, Special Agent Cooper be bringin' Troopers t' assist. Wit' thar shiny weapons!
Umbridge's relatives, bein' a sight smarter than the Umbridge wench, be haulin' *microphone feedback* onto thar ships again, Rikku 'n Aly think o' the poor captured hedgehogs, Karal be savin' the book Umbridge's relatives be leavin' behind--they could read?--'n the Troopers' shiny weapon be shootin' a ship out o' the sky.
*pause*
Sky? Ships fly?
*squirrelly squeaking*
I be totally knowin' that.
Fortunately no one be injured, despite ships fallin' from the sky--the first ship be pickin' up the second ship's survivors-- 'n the clinic both mornin' 'n evenin' be blissfully quiet. I be sure the young doctor 'n the doctor who be wearin' Bel's face be equally excited by that.
*papers rustling* That be all the news tonight. Keep yer eyes open fer that pink-wearin' wench--if ye trip her, ye be gettin' a big ol' kiss from the pirate--and have a good night!