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[epicfailpirate]

Right. Strange as it sounds, I seem to have this truly unshakable inkling that I may, in fact, be some sort of cookware. And, given that you find a dear counselor- nay! A dear friend in such a state, it only seems fair that someone lend him a hand, aye? And I find myself a bit... peckish. Or. Peckish may not be the word. But I do find myself

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[height_rule]

It can always be worse obviously...

[epicfailpirate]

Ah, wise words, and no one knows that better than I, and yet. I can not help but feel slightly alarmed by the state of things.

[height_rule]

What's there to be worried about? You're only completely at the mercy of others and had the point of your life changed to toasting things. Step up probably.

[epicfailpirate]

My, but here's an inspiring one. Have you ever thought about a job in politics?

[minormajor]

You're not making any sense.

[epicfailpirate]

No? And what seems to be nonsensical about it?

[minormajor]

ALL OF IT.

[empressofgo]

...Ryoutou?

[empressofgo]

...I'm afraid not. Do you have any flowers?

[epicfailpirate]

Alas! But no. I seem to have er... something springy, and... a cord of some sort. Oh, and sometimes I get hot! You have my deepest and most sincere appologies, but no, I have no flowers.

[empressofgo]

At least you can move. I feel as if I am rooted to this spot.

[epicfailpirate]

I am a bit... rooted.

[patria_ou_mort]

There is bound to be bread in the mess hall.

((Placeholder!))

[epicfailpirate]

That is my truest desire.

[patria_ou_mort]

Then pursue it.

[cheerupemosquid]

Jack Sparrow, what indignation is this?

[epicfailpirate]

Don't look at me, mate. Not that we're looking much of anywhere, I suppose.

[cheerupemosquid]

Are you denying your place in this mess, Sparrow?

[epicfailpirate]

I've no place! I'm completely placeless.