I AM FLYING BOAT.
I FLY PEOPLE PLACES.
ALSO, I AM POWERED BY IMAGINATION AND FENESTRATION OF BURNING OILY GASES.
MY PASSENGER LIST ARE AS FOLLOWS:
1 CAPTAIN (CAPTAINAGE DEPARTMENT)
1 PILOT (PROPELLAGE DEPARTMENT)
1 SNIPS (DEPARTMENT OF GRUMPY-NESS)
1 ANGIE (DEPARTMENT OF FRONTAL LOOKOUTS)
I HAVE PLENTIFUL GLORIOUS CONTENTS IN MY BULKHEADS AND MUCH WIND IN MY SAILS. MY SAFETY RATINGS ARE OF HIGHEST QUANTIAGE AND I AM THE FINEST VESSEL IN ALL OF CAPTANIA, THE FIRST OF ITS CLASS AND BEST AT DOING WHATEVER NEEDS TO BE DONE IN THE SKY.
Just kidding! It is I, your trust-ley Pilot. You can trust our flying taxi to take you to all the relevant places in all due time.
My job on flying machine is pedallage. I peddle the spinny back ventillator.
Zee Captain says that our team of musketeers has potential to defeat the evil Moon Cardinal. I know not who this Cardinal is but the gobblegoops in my eye are telling me that musketeers be:
[ old timely-hero-type knights of Parisian Nation that was long ago lost in time ]
I like dat. I will make meself a proper sash and pointy sword-weapon to fit into such visage!
Working together under Captain's divine vision, we shall harvest the plentiful skies and expand the borders of Captania upwards and sidewards!
Snipps is a fudge nipple. He lost my sword somewhere.
His Sky-boat criticism is also most non-acceptabley! I built the Sky-boat precisely by captain's exquizitive instructions.
I even showed Snippy our proto-typage design:
The greasy knuckle wasn't impressed. Well I ain't showing him the rest of the usage manual booklet! Let him broil in perpetual unfocused ignorance.
His complains that the sky-boat is "a rickety monstrocity" and that "we will plummet to our doom soon" are muchly ignored. Told him if he so chooses to be a Corporate Raisin, he can write a formality report to captain abouts it and perhaps his points of viewage will be of considerations for pertinant improvements.
Doktor Angee is a most useless lookout person.
He does not respond to my acts of communications. Poking him accomplishes naught. From further pokage, I have concluded that Angee is now a vegetable. See where being so smart gets you?
Perhaps over-thinking has turned Angie's brain into a tomato soup.
I like vegetables. But not fruits. Fruits can be dangerous, especially scones and cones and pineapples.
Perhaps if I make loud Trombone noise Angie will awaken from his princessy slumbers? No, that didn't do it. That just earned me a glare from Snippey. Silly tit. I am immune to such unprofessional death-glares. Unless of course they are Captain's glares. Captain's glare can evaporate oceans and vacuum mountains. I've practiced my glare against mirror but at best day I can only create micro-cracks on its surfaces. I am a mere apprentice, not a true wizard yet. Someday, mayhaps in a million years like Captain says I will be. Oh what things I would do then! What things!
I told Captain that firstly I would ban all Pineapples from Universe. To such Captain responded: THINK MOAR BROADLY.
To which I made a proclamation dat I will ban ALL FLAVOURS of Pineapples from Universe, so that the world may be free of their sour-ness.
I wonder if I will still receive my magazine subscriptions in the sky. Will air-mail deliver things proper or will I be forced to switch my purchasing range to Sky-mall? I do like the sky-mall booklets. They are full of quirky shindigs.
I blinked at sky-mall catalog thrice.
Goodlegeek confirmed my itemic purchase:
[ Your order of: _piano is on the way ]
...Oh I can't wait to play my Captain a sonata of the heavens.
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- Archbishop of Captania and sovereign territories
I was born in the year 1984, in the 4th most polluted city of Soviet Union.
On April 11/1997 fate has given me an unexpected twist and by means of aerial transportation I was dislocated 5555 miles across the Atlantic Ocean to Ontario, Canada, wherein I currently preside in an 1890 cathedral and partake in writing and drawing things.