CaptainCiaran

(Ciaran watched as the Captain and company walked past the galley. After their footsteps were no longer heard, he turned back to Lazarus and Mister Flint) Mister Flint, it is. I am Ciaran, one of the lookouts here aboard the Watch Dog. Yer apology is accepted. No harm were done by yer comrades, but there be little need of runnin' down here, unless there was an emergency. (finishes the food and drink) Mister Gage, gramercy, that was jes what I needed. Good day gentlemen.

degree/airport

crowd disperser

Arr, gramercy Mister Gage. Aye, a bit of soft tack will do fine. (rubbin' his head) I was jes knocked down by two of the men I saw briefly up on deck earlier. They were in a big hurry, runnin' they were an didn't bother to stop when they collided with me. Who are these new hands?

(Ciaran offers Rogue Mermaid a hug) Blimey, mate! Let's see, another secret about me. I absolutely love to sweep. It's the only household chore I thoroughly adore. If I had to come back to earth as an inanimate object, t'would be a broom.

(After helpin' his mates up above on deck, Ciaran decides to grab a bite of grub from the galley. Walkin' alone down the corridor, though, he is suddenly pushed aside and knocked to the floor by two men he does not recognize.) Blimey! Watch where yer goin'! (he shouts, as they disappear out o'sight)

cheese

all-ye-can-eat/off

Ahoy and welcome to ye. Enjoy yer stay at the Pub, lad. (turnin' to the bartender) Ray, another screwdriver. Gramercy.

Fantasy...reality...as a pirate, I be livin' in both.

Thrown from our bunks in the blast, all we could say was, "What the!"

King Cobra

^ is on the verge of making 2000 postings here at the Pub.

Behold, I have come to set you free.

Congratulations, Rummy!!!

Bunny, lots of folks been havin' that stuff this winter...me sister included. The key, in addition to the antibiotics, is to REST. Get lots of sleep and take it easy, luv.

empire/mush

Ahoy and Welcome to ye, fargon. Explore and have fun here at the Pub -- there be lots to see and do. (turns to Ray our bartender) I'll have a Carling's Black Label, mate. Fargon, or maybe Rummy, be payin'. Gramercy!

^ his member number is the hours in a day ... twice

Headache! she screamed. That's my line!

Trailer Park Boys

(Walkin' quietly down the hall to the Confessional Closet, Ciaran hears... Blimey! Maybe I could jes look through this here keyhole and see what's goin' on. (looks down the empty corridor, then smartly falls to his knees and looks through the skeleton key hole) Wonder if anyone needs a glass of milk? ponders Ciaran. (considers the idea, but decides against it. Hears someone comin' down the hall, so he quickly jumps up and runs!)

Fire scorched the earth and left an orange color.

Escape was procurred thanks to the cannon blast.

headboard a'thumpin'