Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32070106-20171022183628

Wow... I'm late for the party.

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Ishmael's mouth twitches up in a slight smile. "It's an... acquired taste."

Sun says, "Your concoctions were never any good."

Ishmael says defensively, "What do you know about rum?"

Sun sighs, and says, "You ran out of molasses, didn't you."

Ishmael unashamedly says, "Yup."

Sun hands him a few bottles of brown, sirrupy liquid, and Ishmael, smiling, takes it.

Visory remembers something, and says, "Hey, guys, there's a Suchomimus behind us. Do we do something about it?"

Everyone looks behind the boat. Yup, there's Achilles.

Glory laughs, and says, "Well, aquatic combat! This'll be fun!"

Ishmael himself comes up, takes a gander, and says, "He better not touch my boat."

Glory, unconcerned, looks at Adder, and asks, "What was all that screaming for? You get something bad happen to you, you tough it out. Wimp."

Adder glares at her and says, "Didn't you throw up?"

Glory glares back and replies, "I've had severe blood loss just a while ago, and my system was not feeling well. None of what you've been through explains autistic screaming."

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Nothing against people with autism.

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Adder sputters at her, but before he can reply, she does a head-feather flip and walks off.

Sun takes this time to make a literary cliche:

"If we're going to fight him, we're going to need a bigger boat."

Ishmael swats at him. "The boat's fine, you old sot."