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]

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.