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Fred had tied the bird to his own head. The bird pooped wildly. Fred held
two pistols against the bird's wings. "Captain Lots!" Fred cried from the
poop deck, where scarred, angry, bisexual Ensign Mulchaey was
mopping. "Don't attack the ship or the damned bird, ow, not the beak, gets
it!"
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Lots calls the bluff.
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One of the guns goes off. Polly is no more.
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Mulchaey knocks Fred out with the mop.
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The Ensign swings the mop at Fred but accidentally slays the bird.
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The bird, well, Fred no longer has eyeballs and falls overboard, thus negating any r-rating and uncomfortable screaming. Polly escapes by pure blind luck.
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For no understanble reason, Fred turns into a nice end-table with a walnut finish and a secret drawer for a diary.
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