Chapter two
when last we left our heroes, the narrator was having an ADD moment and a flash of bigotry guilt. The Fish (whose name is Taylor, which only adds to the narrator’s confusion of gender) had just ordered a “half and half, hold the hot sauce”. Taylor was wondering what was taking so long for a simple watered down beer, hopped out of his(her? still not sure here) fishbowl and went back to pay a visit to the bartender at the Old #1 (the new #1 was being built around the corner, but kept mysteriously catching on fire). What (s)he saw, (s)he could not comprehend. the manager was trying to peel potatoes, but, being from new jersey, was having a time of it. The Bartender was trying to teach the manager how, using only double entendres. The manager was becoming more and more frustrated with The Bartender, (although, when The Manager hired The Bartender, she was aware of this odd speech impediment). Then Taylor the fish says “get out of my way, im part irish, this is genetic”(something the narrator has to say to his roommate at least once a month, regardless of the presence of potatoes). The narrator, who has grown weary of typing about a fish whose gender he can’t ascertain(a fact he continues to feel bad about[maybe he should just ask the fish how to tell-ED]) decides that this would be a good point to switch back to Ms. Moose and Senor Canada. They had just walked into the bar at which the copper pipe had found himself, who at this point was helping a frat boy shotgun beer. Our intrepid heroes throw open the swinging doors (only to realize that they are spring loaded) and promptly are hit in their respective faces. after that bit of schadenfreude, the copper pipe comes up to them and says “.-- . .-.. .-.. / .... . -.-- / - .... . .-. . / .. / -.. .. -.. -. .----. - / . -..- .--. . -.-. - / - --- / ... . . / -.-- --- ..- / --. ..- -.-- ... / ... --- / ... --- --- -.” (duh he would talk in Morse code, copper pipes don’t have mouths. also he moves by bending himself into various shapes, i guess. use your imaginations) [translation “well hey there i didn't expect to see you guys so soon”-ED] Ms moose starts to reply when she realizes that she doesn’t know morse code. She turns to Canada, who only knows the first half of the morse alphabet, having used up his thirty days on the free trial. he takes a stab at it, and gets it right. Ms. Moose says we’re sorry we told you to get bent. Canada (and the narrator for that matter) finally gets that, and again, doubles over laughing. Ms moose, who has been on several adventures with Canada, smacks him upside the head with her hoof. (moose have hooves, right? im not sure anymore).
To hear the reply, you will have to wait for part three.
when last we left our heroes, the narrator was having an ADD moment and a flash of bigotry guilt. The Fish (whose name is Taylor, which only adds to the narrator’s confusion of gender) had just ordered a “half and half, hold the hot sauce”. Taylor was wondering what was taking so long for a simple watered down beer, hopped out of his(her? still not sure here) fishbowl and went back to pay a visit to the bartender at the Old #1 (the new #1 was being built around the corner, but kept mysteriously catching on fire). What (s)he saw, (s)he could not comprehend. the manager was trying to peel potatoes, but, being from new jersey, was having a time of it. The Bartender was trying to teach the manager how, using only double entendres. The manager was becoming more and more frustrated with The Bartender, (although, when The Manager hired The Bartender, she was aware of this odd speech impediment). Then Taylor the fish says “get out of my way, im part irish, this is genetic”(something the narrator has to say to his roommate at least once a month, regardless of the presence of potatoes). The narrator, who has grown weary of typing about a fish whose gender he can’t ascertain(a fact he continues to feel bad about[maybe he should just ask the fish how to tell-ED]) decides that this would be a good point to switch back to Ms. Moose and Senor Canada. They had just walked into the bar at which the copper pipe had found himself, who at this point was helping a frat boy shotgun beer. Our intrepid heroes throw open the swinging doors (only to realize that they are spring loaded) and promptly are hit in their respective faces. after that bit of schadenfreude, the copper pipe comes up to them and says “.-- . .-.. .-.. / .... . -.-- / - .... . .-. . / .. / -.. .. -.. -. .----. - / . -..- .--. . -.-. - / - --- / ... . . / -.-- --- ..- / --. ..- -.-- ... / ... --- / ... --- --- -.” (duh he would talk in Morse code, copper pipes don’t have mouths. also he moves by bending himself into various shapes, i guess. use your imaginations) [translation “well hey there i didn't expect to see you guys so soon”-ED] Ms moose starts to reply when she realizes that she doesn’t know morse code. She turns to Canada, who only knows the first half of the morse alphabet, having used up his thirty days on the free trial. he takes a stab at it, and gets it right. Ms. Moose says we’re sorry we told you to get bent. Canada (and the narrator for that matter) finally gets that, and again, doubles over laughing. Ms moose, who has been on several adventures with Canada, smacks him upside the head with her hoof. (moose have hooves, right? im not sure anymore).
To hear the reply, you will have to wait for part three.
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