I found this way works the best
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ys I have risen again into some sort of thing a thing of major ways.
Ok so here is the way I fought off the sky monsters of the Northern half of ireland. My first mate B and I were seeing who could throw the egg the farthest but one thing went wrong the egg hit a small but large to us mammal called a wing nosed hanger bat. he came for the airship and we had to fight fo our lives I loaded poor B into the rocket suit and fliung him overboard his suit was untested so he just fell and fell. Good thing I had tied him to the side otherwise he would have died upon impact. but the bat kept coming. and coming and coming So I simply whipped out my pipe and fiddle. lit the pipe and played the fiddle with such vigor that the horroed beast fell silent and flew softly to the stern of the airship landed and fell asleep. By this time B had dragged himself back up the line and had removed the rocket suit. We now have a pet bat that does all our hunting and mailing. So we threw out the mailing trowel. We named the beast. Grampa. So Gramps B and I fly threw the skies silently now content with dealing in the south.
The smelly one smells but the others just make fun.
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ys I have risen again into some sort of thing a thing of major ways.
Ok so here is the way I fought off the sky monsters of the Northern half of ireland. My first mate B and I were seeing who could throw the egg the farthest but one thing went wrong the egg hit a small but large to us mammal called a wing nosed hanger bat. he came for the airship and we had to fight fo our lives I loaded poor B into the rocket suit and fliung him overboard his suit was untested so he just fell and fell. Good thing I had tied him to the side otherwise he would have died upon impact. but the bat kept coming. and coming and coming So I simply whipped out my pipe and fiddle. lit the pipe and played the fiddle with such vigor that the horroed beast fell silent and flew softly to the stern of the airship landed and fell asleep. By this time B had dragged himself back up the line and had removed the rocket suit. We now have a pet bat that does all our hunting and mailing. So we threw out the mailing trowel. We named the beast. Grampa. So Gramps B and I fly threw the skies silently now content with dealing in the south.
The smelly one smells but the others just make fun.
posted by Sir Andrew Monopolis at 1:27 PM
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