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Post by Bodaway on Jul 21, 2006 23:36:31 GMT -5
It was another crappy day on the world's crappiest island...
We're the pirates that don't do anything...
The sole surivior of the island's past skirmishes floated calmly on his back in the warm curning ocean. His powerful forelimbs rested calmly behind his head, the rest of him limp as a dead corpse, letting the churning waters float him wherever they thought he should go. Mighty black wings spread out on either side of the dragon's massive form, keeping his ten ton body boyant...
We just stay at home and lay around...
Somewhere near the barren shore, he could hear his eastern brother flailing about in the surf, either playing games with the waves or trying to catch something. The older male didn't bother to look, his ice blue eyes closed in blissful ignorance of every danger that could befall him free floating in the ocean...
And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you...
Typical of someone who never does... anything...
We don't do anything!
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