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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 6:10 pm
"Change yourself into a bird then..." Bigfoot yells from inside his barrel, "Beside they're wandering around somewhere. They are on my ship acting as my cabin boys."
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 6:16 pm
Kibo: Why? You're much funnier as a bird than I would be.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:41 am
Natasha smiled, leaning against a large golden statue.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 2:37 pm
"You know even cursed pirates have feelings too..." Bigfoot says. "And Don't like being a bird. Make you own undead bird if you want one."
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 2:57 pm
Kibo: I already have one.
He whistles, and the spirit of a bird flitters, seemingly from nowhere, onto Kibo's shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:19 pm
Storm foldes her arms across her chest and pouts.
"Everyone just has to ruin my harmless fun, don't they? He was only going to be a bird until I died."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 9:17 am
Natasha grins tossing up a coin and blasting it with a small fireball, making small dropplets of liquid gold rain down on a large pile of coins.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 3:03 pm
Kibo: So, he'd be a bird for another 100,000 years?
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 5:29 pm
"Or so we're hoping."
Storm crossed her fingers.
"Mayhaps even longer."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 7:26 pm
Kibo: You already said you were running out of things to do. 100,000 years from now, you'll probably be so bored you'd just be waiting to die.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 12:19 am
"One hundred thousand years is very, very long time. I am bound to find something to do between now and then. Maybe knitting."
Storm mused on the idea.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 3:14 pm
Kibo: Knitting what? A three-thousand mile long windsock? Good luck getting enough wind in it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 3:19 pm
"Now that would just be silly. The windsock would get lonely. I'd have to knit two of the annoying things that are only fifteen hundred miles and that would just be a pain, getting them the right length. And what about all the little booties for the homeless babies? I'm sure their feet would get cold just like a normal, not homeless baby."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:39 pm
Kibo: Personally, I can't imagine you knitting. Maybe with needles made from human femurs, but it's still a stretch for me.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:49 pm
"You're right, knitting would be too boring."
Storm was quiet, thinking for a moment.
"Card games!"
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