"Crivens! This 'ere scuggan be molestin' th ships an' the coo-beasties! C'mon lads, we hae t' put a stop to this!" There's a muffled voice coming from the chimney, followed by a large clattering as 500 drunk and belligerent Feegles come crashing down out of the fireplace.
"Ach! Which o' yez scunners be molestin' the ships!"
Remus hadn't been at the Feegles' Sorting, and thus was fairly alarmed at this sudden invasion. Thinking that the Feegles were something like doxies or pixies, he pulled out his wand.
"Hey, back off!" said Jayne, not sure what Remus was about to do but worried that his 500 new friends might get injured by some sort of spell. He stepped in front of Remus and addressed the seething blue horde. "Hey, guys, settle down. Nobody's molestin' nobody here. You guys wanna hear any music or somethin'? Or hey - maybe I could getcha some booze, how 'bout that?"
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"Ach! Which o' yez scunners be molestin' the ships!"
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"Ach! He's pointin' a piss o' wood oour way!"
"What's he goona do? Poke us?"
"Ach, if he's the ship molester, he might do thae things Gerry Mently did tae us!"
"CRIVENS! Booze?"
Jayne has now officially gotten the attention of 500 Feegles.
"Crivens, bigjob! Bring oout thae boozins!"
"Ach! I be mighty thirsty. Bring on th' beer!"
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