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.]

Comments

[all7seas]

John Laurens was bold
John Laurens was bright
Wouldn't eat Loops
Just wanted a fight.

[Crunch crunch. More Floot Loops.]

[unbridles]

[Oh man, now it's gonna be a challenge.]

Yeah, an' so what if I wanna fight? It's invigoratin'. On second thought, maybe I should write you a note or somethin', 'cause the influence of your Loops clearly has some kinda bite.

[all7seas]

[When he speaks again, his mouth is full. But John probably gets the general gist.]

You won't meet influence
Until you taste the confluence
Of the fruity decadence
That is these Loops.

[unbridles]

[Eventually, yes. He's just looking real amused, though.]

I ain't into your influence, bro. It makes you seem kinda dense, an' I might be bein' tense; but I'd like to think I've got some common sense.

[all7seas]

Maybe you ain't holdin' the pence
To spill forth for this fruity decadence --
But I say, man, 'tis free
For you
For me
Fruit...y.

[unbridles]

'Free' is a real good temptation, but I'm sorry; I'm still not feelin' any inclination to believe your declaration.

[all7seas]

You think I'm deceptive, but you're just not receptive to the round fruit invective of these Loops. So take my directive, quit bein' ineffective, be a loop detective and you'll feel resurrected whilst improving your perspective. On life.

[John stop being a loser eat the loops.]

[unbridles]

[Nah, he's good with hanging on the ship and practicing with his new side arm. Sorry Jack.]

My perspective's improved enough, while you're lookin' a lil' rough. I'm not gonna call your bluff, man, and I ain't tryin' your stuff.

[all7seas]

Then lose out, sit and pout, be without

these delicious loops.

[God man, he can't force them down your throat after all.]

[unbridles]

Think I will, thanks. But if you feel ill, you're always welcome over my door-sill. [He's got your back, bro.]

[all7seas]

THAT remains to be seen, you rhyming machine.