30 May 2008

Okay, so spin the meat on this ship on which we serve. Kebabs in the boiler-room. The funnel's on fire!

A fog-horn sounds as The Captain arrives on deck, pushing an empty pram. "Where's my daughter," he sobs, "someone's stolen all the pork-chops."

There's a muffled explosion off the starboard bow and a mini-sub in the shape of a tin shark surfaces, its hinged-jaw slowly opening and snapping shut.

A heavily-accented voice comes from a loud-hailer: "Avast ye! Prepare to be boarded!"

We throw uncooked sausages at the enemy until an unconvincing prop sun disappears beneath the boating-pond horizon.

4 comments:

Robert said...

"where's my daughter? someone's stolen all the pork-chops!"

BWUHA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!

kek-w said...

Hey! - Happens to me all the time lol!

kek-w said...

oops - some typos in that last post; now corrected!

TICTAC said...

i love the imagery.
and specially the "uncooked sausages" one..yes they are lethal weapons!