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Talking is a Free Action [Thursday, August 11, 2011]
"Greetings, me hearties!" Jack crowed from the front of the--admittedly kind of strange--room. "Ye might have heard on the radio that will be up after I finish writing it that Deadpool has turned into a dingo, so he can hardly be teaching class, savvy? And since people admire initiative, I decided t' try it out and see if there was a reason to admire it."
He paused. "So far it seems like a great deal o' work. Pressing on! As ye might have noticed, being astute sorts, we find ourselves in a blacksmith's smithy. This is an excellent place t' get into a fight."
He really seemed to believe that, too. "Throughout the room, I've left helpful notes fer where bits o' wittiness will be appropriate t' spout against the eunuch who will come out t' fight you."
He meant that with love, Will. Really.
"Grab a hidin' place and a pair o' handcuffs--no use in makin' this too easy, and get ready t' banter wittily!"
He paused. "So far it seems like a great deal o' work. Pressing on! As ye might have noticed, being astute sorts, we find ourselves in a blacksmith's smithy. This is an excellent place t' get into a fight."
He really seemed to believe that, too. "Throughout the room, I've left helpful notes fer where bits o' wittiness will be appropriate t' spout against the eunuch who will come out t' fight you."
He meant that with love, Will. Really.
"Grab a hidin' place and a pair o' handcuffs--no use in makin' this too easy, and get ready t' banter wittily!"
Re: Break Your Handcuffs!
"C'mon!" Jack said as he dodged a swipe of the blacksmith's sword. "That's sharp! Isn't there some horse you need to shod?"
Apparently not because that led to another swipe at Jack. Jack dodged leading the sword to hit a certain donkey on the rump. And because Jack was still hungover he fell over the donkey which started going around in a circle. The swaying Jack was experiencing on his donkey? Not good with a queasy stomach.
"Oh. God. Stop moving. Please."
Oh look! Another sword swipe being aimed at Jack.
"WHOA!"
Jack shout immediately caused the donkey to stop propelling Jack forward and off the donkey. Amazingly his handcuffs got hooked onto a rather large hook which left Jack suspended in mid-air.
"This is not good!"
Luckily for Jack his handcuffs were rather inferior so after a few moments of hanging on them, the links broke on their own accord. Sending Jack to the ground. Hard.
"I'm never drinking tequila again."