Part 3: Joining the Circus
Nov 20, 2007
Okay, first things first, we need some cash.
Hmm, I'll bet these pirates sure do get lonely out here...
No, let's at least look around a little first.
Ah so this is the bustling metropolis that is Melée Island™.
I guess we'll try over here.
A sinister looking circus in the woods? I smell an upcoming graphic and stunningly rendered brutal murder.
I hardly think that little scratch compares to my chronic allergy. You get in the cannon.
You don't have any allergies, you faker. YOU get in the cannon!
No, YOU get in the cannon!
No, YOU get in the cannon!
Slacker!
Loser!
Ruffian!
Fop!
Scofflaw!
Mullet-head!
Your mother wears combat slippers!
Leave my mother out of it! Get in the cannon!
No, YOU get in the cannon!
You're a chicken.
You're a dead chicken!
Or should that be...
But anyway...
To perform an amazing feat
A death defying feat
Well, not so death defying really
A dangerous feat
No, not dangerous at all
An easy feat
But exciting
With the amazing
Adventurous, acrobatic
And exceedingly well known
Fabulous flying
It's very simple really.
See that cannon over there?
All you have to do, is get in the cannon.
And we'll shoot you out of it.
Quite safe, actually.
So, what do you say?
Oh fuck yes, I am all over this!
Okay, i'll do it.
We'll pay you 478 pieces of eight.
What an oddly precise number...
Have you got a helmet?
Helmets are for fairy princesses and the elderly. But baby needs a new pair of shoes and the whole crack-whore business didn't really pan out.
Of course I have a helmet, what sort of idiot do you take me for?
Well, let's have it.
Safety is of the utmost priority.
Now we can do the trick.
Step right over here son.
Are we in LOOM™?
I'm bobbin, are you my mother?
And all it took was a shattered spinal column and permanent brain damage. Now let's get the hell out of here and away from those unnervingly effeminate circus freaks.
And that concludes this update, next time, we hit the town!