Floot Loops

[all7seas]

Who: Jack Sparrow and Anyone
Broadcast: Yes, unfortunately.
Action: It COULD lead to action on Kayann, which is where Jack is at the moment. It's much better than being stuck on the Bishop with Looma and mean people who hate Jenga. (Looking at YOU, Pidge Gunderson.)
When: Later in the evening of the 16th.

"New fruity floot loops
Slooping in a groovy suit
Gloop 'em in a new boot
Or sling 'em in a pie.

Rooty-tooty floot loops
Drooping in a blue soup
Mooping in some newt poop!
Floot Loops til we die!"

[It's a poem. Jack wrote it. And now he's reciting it over and over again. To you.]

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voice;

[helmsplitter]

[....oh my gods, Jack. Why. He's at his communications station and this broadcast won't stop.]

...Are you tryin' to put me back in a coma?

voice;

[all7seas]

[Jack IS a Communications Officer. And this is important right now. For some reason.]

A sugar coma, with the great flippin' taste of floot loops!

voice;

[helmsplitter]

[Why was he assigned this position? What god hated Doudanuki this much?]

If it's got anythin' t'do with "newt poop", I think I'll pass.

[Voice]

[iattractmushi]

[Well, that's... different.]

Uh... are you okay?

[Voice]

[all7seas]

Never better, what with the multi-colored sugary treat that is floot loops! And how are you flooping, boop? Have you hooped a scoop of these loops?

voice;

[sylphid]

Splooty-looty floot loops
Thooping on a fruit stoop
Shoot 'em out a big hoop
Floating in the sky~

[Another verse is contributed in song form.]

voice;

[all7seas]

[Yes. YES. YEEEEES.]

Booty-snootin' floot loops
Group'em in a swooping coop
Shoot 'em with a war whoop
Come now, don't be shy!

voice;

[monolike]

Wow, you really have a way with words! Did you write that yourself? [can you help me write my love poetry]

voice;

[all7seas]

Wrote it all meself, lad, with the help of these fruity loops! I salute you, loops! I shoot you true kudos. Why do you ask? Do you, too, wish to swoop an important part of this balanced breakfast?

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[redatheart]

[Why are you like this, Jack.

From the comm station on the Bishop:]

Is this code? Are you in trouble?

[...He doesn't sound completely sincere.]

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[all7seas]

Sayid!

[Finally, someone who understands him.]

I'm in all of the trouble that the tart yet sweet taste of floot loops can deliver!

[There MIGHT be trouble? But of what kind? A mystery.]

voice;

[noprophecies]

Congratulations, you can rhyme.

[why this. Why, Jack]

voice;

[all7seas]

[Oh, it's Aurae. Beautiful, beautiful Aurae. Even though she argues a lot about tiny cocktail umbrellas, she's a girl he daydreams about frequently. He could sweep her aboard the Black Pearl, and they could go forth pillaging places gently and exploring new islands and perhaps find a quiet beautiful smuggler's hold where they could raise tiny pirates together and then pillage some more.]

Shall I compare thee to a flooty loop?
Thou art more fruity and more a cutey
Than this loop what I scoop into my mooth.

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[bythewaves]

Jack are you.... alright? [ Because he's not sure if he should laugh or be worried or throw things until you shut up ]

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[all7seas]

Never been fooner! I mean, finer! You want to mooch some of my loops, my good Mooglor?

[This is a man with whom something is wrong, though you may not be able to put your foonger on it, Maglor.]

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[pain_train]

[Okay, but Wrath now thinks you're the coolest ever, Jack. That rhymes and everything! Like you're a super awesome poet. She claps.]

Wow, that's really good! Did you write it yourself? Was it hard to do?

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[all7seas]

Not at all! Rolls off the tongue like a crunchy loop, my lovely lady! Are you, too, a lover....of Loops?

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[edwinjarvis]

[Seeing this whole thing, comments and all, makes him concerned.]

Dear lord, are you alright? Are you having a stroke?

voice.

[all7seas]

Jarvis, my good man!

[There comes the sound of crunching. It's cereal. Floot Loops. In the background, someone cries out as though in pain.]

M' fine! Never better! Extraordinarily good. You?

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[unbridles]

[Have a shipmate, Jack. Who is judging you real hard, from the unimpressed look on his face.]

I've heard better poetry that makes more sense from a drunk Frenchman who's just learned English, my man. [Pls stop.]

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[all7seas]

[Oh it's this fellow. John. From the Bishop. American.]

Nonsense, Laurens! You simply haven't grown to appreciate the Loops! Uncultured, as it were.

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[mucked]

-- As jingles go, I'm afraid I've heard better.

[ why even engage? who bloody knows. ]

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[all7seas]

[You can't resist, Peggy.]

Oh? Can YOU do better, General?

[SMARMYYYY.]

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[bryces_pup]

[...what]

How drunk are you?

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[all7seas]

Not at ALL, sadly, Riona darling. Though seeing your beautiful face makes all of this far less painful.

[Sort of. In the background, people are moaning in pain. Someone stalks by the feed, walking like a zombie. Someone cries.]