People say to me, "Kuuriis.....no, they say Cap'n Jack.....no, alright,
they say "Hey, you! What the hell is the Demon Fleet up to anyway?
Damned if I know.
They're babbling. A sort of crazy gibbering that kinda creeps you out
when you listen. It's like they're all crazy, and they all know it, but
they're waiting for someone to tell them so that the insanity can come
into full bloom. When they get too loud I go and poke them. It's
dangerous--they all bite, but it lets me listen in. You would not
believe the things that're coming out of their mouths.
There's a lot of giggling. A LOT. And there's talk of rockets. Rockets,
can you believe it? And sex. Always sex. It's hard to make them keep
their clothes on. Some of them are really......perky. Sometimes they
mention that old magazine...what's it called? Demonic Press? Yeah. And
weird space parties with pirates and skellingtons...and...orcs? It's
all really confusing. There was talk of an anti-valentines day.
And poltics. That's right, I said politics. Not sane Klingon politics,
where you can tell who lost the debate by the speed with which their
body cools. Crazy human politics. THAT gets them frothing.
Did I mention the sex?
So that's what they're up to. Pure raving lunacy. And they'll suck you
in if they can, so keep your eyes peeled.
Oh, and if anyone can, could you tell them that this jacket's way too
tight? I'm glad they removed the gag, I really appreciate that, but if
they could just loosen these straps...just think of all the fun we