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never 2 much Reviewed by never 2 much 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