{ Code Fruitcake }
[The battle is underway, but the field is too even. There are casualties on both sides (well, if you can count casualties with an enormous mass of something utterly indefinable), but unfortunately for the denizens of the M.S. Elegante, their opposition adjusts with every new blow, growing more agile and dodging a little better with each shot that hits.
With a snarl of fury, Redd jumps down from his perch and marches over to the assorted creatures assembled along the deck. Pacing back and forth, he thrusts a finger at them accusatorily.]
You have served your Captain well.
Now, off you go!
[With a low grunt and a nod, the sushi bears reach down to the their feet and pull on bright blue scuba gear -- including bear sized flippers. They waddle to the aft of the boat and with one mournful roar, leap over the edge to their deaths.
The mass retracts and the tentacles release their captives, jerking back to protect themselves.
Redd laughs maniacally. ]
More! MORE!
[Without a word of argument against their Captain's orders, the crew feed cups of blue liquid to the creatures, dousing it on those who refuse to drink. Some need to be thrown overboard, dragged callously without any regard for their screams of protest or pleas for mercy.
The mass immediately pulls itself in, releasing the ship and wrapping around the offered creatures. It pulses and there are horrible wet crunching, slurping noises. Suddenly it shudders and there's a high pitched screech from everywhere at once. The mass hisses and smokes, swirling and growing excited. With a rumble and thunderous roar, it suddenly expands and shudders forward several feet along the boat, far, far closer to the passengers than it was before and yet far less eager to grab at them.
Redd's expression is one of sadistic triumph, but he tilts his chin up and frowns as the End continues to worms its way closer. Turning on his heel, he settles his gaze on his passengers, damp with blue stuff and smeared with red blood.
Clucking his tongue, he looks sideways at the crew.]
WELL? And what are you waiting for?
With a snarl of fury, Redd jumps down from his perch and marches over to the assorted creatures assembled along the deck. Pacing back and forth, he thrusts a finger at them accusatorily.]
You have served your Captain well.
Now, off you go!
[With a low grunt and a nod, the sushi bears reach down to the their feet and pull on bright blue scuba gear -- including bear sized flippers. They waddle to the aft of the boat and with one mournful roar, leap over the edge to their deaths.
The mass retracts and the tentacles release their captives, jerking back to protect themselves.
Redd laughs maniacally. ]
More! MORE!
[Without a word of argument against their Captain's orders, the crew feed cups of blue liquid to the creatures, dousing it on those who refuse to drink. Some need to be thrown overboard, dragged callously without any regard for their screams of protest or pleas for mercy.
The mass immediately pulls itself in, releasing the ship and wrapping around the offered creatures. It pulses and there are horrible wet crunching, slurping noises. Suddenly it shudders and there's a high pitched screech from everywhere at once. The mass hisses and smokes, swirling and growing excited. With a rumble and thunderous roar, it suddenly expands and shudders forward several feet along the boat, far, far closer to the passengers than it was before and yet far less eager to grab at them.
Redd's expression is one of sadistic triumph, but he tilts his chin up and frowns as the End continues to worms its way closer. Turning on his heel, he settles his gaze on his passengers, damp with blue stuff and smeared with red blood.
Clucking his tongue, he looks sideways at the crew.]
WELL? And what are you waiting for?