Standing in front of the gangplank, Big Ron waited for DaveL and Bad Dick. It was then he noticed the scribbling added to the Cross of St. George, flying in the breeze; a bunch of squiggles with eyes. There was a banner, over the door, FSM, again in the same red as the writting on the stern. Before he could present his writ, Big Ron heard Bad Dick exclaim... " Oi'm taken over now"... Bad Dick made his way onto his ship, leaving Big Ron and DaveL waiting on the Wharf. Aunt Dee Dee came out onto the deck, nodding to Bad Dick and greeted him with a, "wher've you been". Bad Dick took a moment to observe the flag, breaking out with a grin and exclaiming to Aunt Dee Dee in a low voice, "the Noodlyone would be proud". To which Aunt Dee Dee replied... "Pride is a vice! Bad Dick". Just then Big Ron cleared his throat and cleared the gangplank with another self emmitted cloud O' death. DaveL yelled, "He's got a Benchwrit, your coming with us". Aunt Dee Dee turned to look at a group of wayward waifs fleeing from yet another Fishhead stew weapon of mass destruction. "OK Bad Dick... then here are your pastafarians". Aunt Dee Dee took a deep breath and holding her nose charged down the gangplank. Bad Dick couldn't help but wonder if Aunt Dee Dee was in too much of a hurry to leave the ship... Tomorrow, the trial begins
Everything you know is wrong... "the positivists" or the "Firesign Theater"