It was a reasonably dull morning, when I woke up and found my usual morning bowl of Shreddies had been replaced with a Killer Pirate wearing a skirt. He looked at me. I looked at him. He looked at me, again. I returned the gesture. He continued to look at me. I was adamant that my levels of 'lookingness' would equal, if not surpass, his, so I didn't look away. He looked at me. I ran.

Despite having a wooden leg and a parrot on his shoulder, he was fast. He caught up with me somewhere past A52 on the B42, LBC to NYPD. abc? 123! I circled him; he ovalled me. I laughed at his wooden leg. He cried. I assured him it would be alright, life wasn't that hard, employers are always looking for Killer Pirates to hire, and that he's bound to meet a nice female Killer Pirate, get married, have kids. But, little did I know, he was hiding a pizza in his pocket. He slammed it in my face, and the tomatoes stung my eyes. I was blinded. I tried to wipe it off of, but before I could, he tackled me to the ground. I pushed him off me, and managed to fashion a rudementary sling shot out of mushrooms and pineapple, and fired a sardine at him. His allergies acted up, and I managed to run for it..... right into the National Killer Pirate Association's weekly meeting..

(to be continued)

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GHoSToKeR Reviewed by GHoSToKeR on . Attack of the Killer Pirate It was a reasonably dull morning, when I woke up and found my usual morning bowl of Shreddies had been replaced with a Killer Pirate wearing a skirt. He looked at me. I looked at him. He looked at me, again. I returned the gesture. He continued to look at me. I was adamant that my levels of 'lookingness' would equal, if not surpass, his, so I didn't look away. He looked at me. I ran. Despite having a wooden leg and a parrot on his shoulder, he was fast. He caught up with me somewhere past Rating: 5