A Fight Aboard Ship

Tarzan of the gate brought to you from off the pages of Edgar Riceboro's romantic novel Down everybody down in the bottom of the boat Right you, Ivy Swab, drop that car Wow, did I? Yeah, taste this one You fool your don't have to take an half-act Two holes in the boat already, young, sex, dead, enough

And I can't swim with that crew shoving up here in the water? Me neither, but it is, sex Try to escape me to prove it takes time and I cut to the hospital doctor. What did you do now?

If you kill me, it is. Ha ha ha. Ain't that a good one? I've only been fine with you, ass. But I can bring you up your house. When you do, Snipes, who will navigate the ship?

I will. I will. You will. You. I can't even keep her on a straight course. You can't read a chart. You couldn't take a bearing to save your life. You'll navigate a ship. Why, you?

Don't you? As a situation, they might find sailors. A bunch of land lovers. Warf rats. Scumbly easy, you're easy. Easy ain't the way to handle rats. Quickly get aboard. Lay down those guns. Quick now, I'm going up the ladder.

If one man has a gun in his hand when I get aboard, I'll do something that ain't been done for years. I'll kill you all. As soon as she gets up on date, yes, we'll pull away, hit the shore.

But his shoes are quick enough. Professor, can you roll? I don't know. I haven't for years. Not since college. How about you, Glenna? I couldn't say. I never tried. Anyway, let's grab the horse first chance and keep pulling to the left.