Gus heroically blogs from his hospital bed, in spite of broken ribs making it difficult to hold his arms in the proper Mavis Beacon typing position. Flarq sharing the same cot probably doesn't help, either. Mind the harpoon.
Yes, that's another boat gone to Davy, and everyone surviving is in hospital. I'm quite concerned about Thesaurus. Without him, Gus will be at quite a loss for words.
I think Sybil has joined the Conchian Resistance. Fortunately, she simply smoulders in a little red beret and a tight trenchcoat - I do hope figuratively and not literally.
Poor little Bob with his tiny wee spleef! For that is what the Conchians use to splint injured whiskers with. snuggs will be bitterly disappointed that his auction has been mysteriously withdrawn from eBay. Oh, well, I think Nelson had a very bad seller's rating anyway, we probably would never have received delivery.
Nelson who? Cooke what? Oh, a little thing like a head injury is nothing to him. Really.
Poor boy - that second scrimshaw was obviously a forgery - the scratches are too even, and were clearly produced by a machine and not the wavering tip of a harpoon. And of course the automatic correction of Nelson's unlovely features to "toothpaste-ad gorgeous" is a dead giveaway that it was produced with a Microsoft-based etching tool.
So a modified and somewhat muffled "Huzzah!1!" while we all wait to see what happens next in the saga of Gus and the whale that et his wife, kid, and arm.
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dear miz b....
i've brought you a black veil. the dressmaker thoughtfully put one back for you when word began to spread about thesaurasus' untimely demise. all of our ladies clamored for them and she is now completely out of stock. the candlelight vigil in the back garden is sadly rowdy, as most of our staff and our regular patrons are still a bit hung over from sunday. chad the cabana boy is charged with never allowing the nag champtha to stop burning on the mantlepiece, near thesaurasus' scrimshaw.
i'm terribly worried about bob, and have left some basic emergency care instructions with gus. damn that nelson! when i read what he said about puttin' bob up for sale on e-bay, i thought long and hard about contacting mo'fritterford and turning the whereabouts of that stone-hearted blackguard/pond-scum sucking weasel over to him. then he could prosecute nelson to the fullest extent of the law for animal abuse and cruelty. and i would have too, would it not also endanger gus and the boys. that said and off my heavin' bosom, i *personally* packed nikola's bag for her tryst with him. i admire her so much. oh, and i have some bubblewrap for the minature catapult, lest it get damaged in travel.
i best get back downstairs to the bar. there's some seriously mournful drinking taking place, and i wouldn't trust a mcfinster brother around the bourbon, scotch or tequila as far as i could catapult him.
snuggs
Dear clever, witty Smart Ken: please accept this bottle of Gusano Rojo with my compliments. I was saving it for a much happier celebration, but it will do nobly for our purpose of waking the (presumed) dead.
My good, proactive and resourceful snuggs: full marks, and very appropriately done. I'm sure that nikola's assasination with Nelson would have been a great success, since your prep work was so thorough.
Time for some music, and how appropriate indeed: "Long, Black Veil," by The Chieftans.
However, the next selection is in honor of Bob's heroic convalescence: "Pass The Dutchie" by Musical Youth.
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