"But sir! I almost..." He was then hit over the head by the snail, "I'm on my way...."
Gulligan and his men proceeded to the harbor, where Gulligan slammed the speed on the boat. He knew if he didn't get back quickly, his career was over. What he didn't realize was that he was sending the...
"You trying to tell me what to do?! With your reverse psycholomogy!? Not gonna work!" He grinned as he saw the pirate back away, "No backing out now! say your prayers!" He pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
Got him! Strange....why does my everything hurt...? He then realized he was covered in soot...
Gulligan got up, his head swimming a little. Whoah...am I drunk? he stopped for a second, Well, a little bit, but that has nothing to do with it! That guy also did something... he had too!
He grew red in the face with rage, "Nobody knocks me down while being smaller than me and gets away...
Gulligan stumbled back a little, falling back, but reaching for his cannon and pulling the trigger. It hit a couple feet behind them both, making Peter stumble, giving him enough time to get up and hold his cannon right up in front of him. "I have you now!"
Gulligan's sight began to return. "Hah! I can see! But... What smells like chicken rotisserie? Mmmmm....Chicken ro.....OH-MY-GOD-I'M-ON-FIRE!" He quickly shook the fire off of his sleeve. "That....was my favorite shirt! Where you trying to cook me you cannibal!" he yelled angrily.
"My eyes! I need those to look at things!" He dropped his cannon and suddenly noticed it wasn't in his hands. "Hey, where's my cannon! You filthy pirate! You better have touched Gertrude!" He then swung his fists wildly, "I know you're here! You can't dodge forever!"
"I missed! You'll regret making me miss! Men, go...do lacky stuff! This guy is mine!"
The soldiers exited the bar, saying, "Are we to take that as 'find the people I shot down from the roof?"
"No, take it as 'find the two people that I, the world's craziest buffoon blasted off the roof'...so...
"Huh? who's interrupting my happy hour....?" he turned from his gin to look at peter, his eyes narrowed at the sight of him. "You...you're....you're kinda small to be giving me orders! Go home!"
"Sir! Don't you remember? ThAat's one of the pirates we came here for!"
"EEHH?.....Uh, I...
"See? Problem solved!" Gulligan announced proudly.
"Okay, sir, first off, what problem? That was most likely two civilians in a barfight! which also brings me to point number two, apparently you shot at a doctor! You could end up in serious...are you even listening?!"
"Sorry, couldn't hear...
Gulligan had noticed the two fighting and pulled out his cannon. "Those two look pretty shady. I think it'd be a fair assumption to say they're the guys we're looking for, right?" One of the men near him said "No, they don't look anything like our targets! Sir, you should reconsider!" He aimed...
Gulligan had taken a small band of men with him and was now heading south. "Ok... where would the best place for a pirate to go be?" He turned to his men, but they all seemed to have their eyes glued on a fight unfolding on the rooftops. "Hey! I asked you guys a question! Answer me when I talk...
Gulligan sat in "his" office, deep in some random ideas he called "thought". Where to look for pirates....
He turned to one of his soldiers from the boat, "If I were a pirate, where would I go?" he wondered aloud. "With your skill and cunning? Straight to impel down..." the soldier muttered...
"Who am I after? um...." Crap! Crap! CRAP! I didn't look at who I was chasing! Okay, calm down, worst come to worst, blame it on someone else! In the meantime... "Erm...I believe you'll have to ask the men on my boat...because...keeping track of that is their job. Yeah, that''s it!"
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