The intrepid crew of the Georgette withdraw in some confusion - they harpooned the wrong whale, apparently, and are now deep into conspiracy theory mode. Meanwhile, they're out of fuel.
And Flarq is deeply contemplative, apparently wondering if his cetacean adversary may be intelligent enough to use feints, misdirection, and squid-marked doubles to draw them all into an ambush.
It's high time they had some R&R, too - but unless a boatload of doxies happens by with several extra barrels of fuel, a happy outcome is unlikely.
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*wrings hands*
oh, miz b!
we're gonna have to tell the mcfinster brothers that the spider in charge of the world wide web retired to raised her children or something....every time gus posts, they want to stage a re-enactment of some sort. today, they drained the hot tub and are now stagin' a chili-cook off. which wouldn't be a bad thing, except....they drained the hot tub! and that bus-full of texans that stopped here this afternoon have decided to stay over, because....*nobody makes chili like texans!*. i placed an emergency call to bert at the off-license, and he just delivered 50 more cases of beer, half a dozen kegs and 8 baskets of habaneros. thank goodness we never seem to run out of tequila, but the bourbon is gettin' lower as we speak. please, madame boss lady, i need an intervention. oh and um....you've been volunteered to judge the chili cook-off. i've got to run and change my shoes; if i slip in this ocean of beer in my manolo's, yer gonna be minus a bartender for a while. cuddin cj is unavailable just now because this season's shine is about to come to fruition, and she won't leave the still til everything is riz.
There are one or two details that remain obscure - is the hot tub full of beer, or chili?
It's a good thing I invited the lads from Somerset Fire and Rescue, because
1. no one makes better chili than Firemen (Texans notwithstanding) and
2. They will be handy to have around once the conflagrations break out,
3. They will be even more handy to have around to deal with the unfortunate (and explosive) post-debauch consequences of a chili-beer-habanero fest, due to their extensive hazmat disposal training, and finally
4. They'll bring their own gasmasks.
I do ask that the hot tub be restored to its normal operation post-haste. One cannot have a proper revel without a functioning jackoozi or nearest equivalent.
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