Part 36: Mission Inflatable (Part 1)
Mar 08, 2008
The name's Threepwood.
Pirate, Acrobat, Ghostbuster, Philanthropist, Space Adventurer, Love Machine...
Master of stealth.
My mission: To infiltrate the super secret underground lair of the ghost pirates for the world saving root.
Oh man, this is so badass.
I wonder if there's any hot spectral brides showering around here...
I could totally stand there all invisible and they'd totally be naked. Awesome.
Little radioactive chickens! I want it I want it I want it!
I love little glowing chickens!
But little glowing piglets? You are sick!
There are no hot spectral brides down here. There are no hot spectral brides at all!
I demand a refund!
Now where was I?
Ah yes, my incredibly brave manly masculine testosterone fueled manly man man mission and just my general overall brillia...
No! I must follow my trail back in and face him!
I have the perfect plan!
No. A vicious mauling with a staple remover is unbecomming of the likes of Ace Threepwood.
Oh hey a key, those are always useful.
Nyanyanyanyanyaaanyaaaa, you can't see me, suck it dickbag.
[A girlish squeal undetectable to the naked ghost-ear]
Oh thankyou merciful Jesus.
Maybe if I edge very slowly towards it I won't disturb him...
-four hours later-
What is so damn interesting out of that fucking window anyway?
What I wouldn't give for a banana-picker right now.
Magnetic compass, eh?
It's floating in mid-air! It's a GHOST KEY!
Alright, that was a close one, but we've acquired a key. Now let's get the hell out of here before he figures it out.
Oh hell, one more for the road.
I wanna play with those adorable hellchickens some more!
But wait just a minute here, what's this!
Come here old friend, we've got a lot of catching up to do!
Oh you will pay for this.