Made it back!

Hey everyone! I finally dragged myself back on board. Well, okay, there is the slight possibility that Nadine helped. Just a little bit mind you. I did most of it. Well... I suppose if you don't count the fifty escape ladders, inflatable raft, 6 motor boats, and an enormous vaccuum to dry out the ocean around me, then I did a lot. Moving on.

So what I was going to tel you about rocks was that, back in the stone age, they were very important. This time, I made sure to stay inside my cabin before stepping back into any ages.

Ready?

Sure you are.

GO!

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Well...

Nothing is happening, to be blunt. Ah well, I can just describe it anyway. So basically back in the stone age they really liked rocks. And I mean a lot. They even named their age after it, for heaven's sake. Well, the rock was an important commodity, since it was important and a commodity. Funny, isn't it?

Well, the rock was just being introduced. After using stone to build everything for the past 19 centuries, the human race decided to use a less durable, true, but more stylish building material. Hence, the rock was created. In fact, a typewriter inventor discovered it (typewriter inventors, were of course, people who were paid to invent the typewriter. Strangely, there was only one, but that isn't important right now). Anyway, before you distracted me with your distracting distractions about the distracting topic of... er... what was that again? Oh yes, about Zucchini, then I was very pointedly telling you that the same person who invented a typewriter also invented the rock, because he was looking at this stone that he had put in his office to use as a paperweight. Well, as they always say: "One great invention has a 42.6% chance of fueling, creating, or generating (or perhaps inspiring) another invention if it is created by a person wearing a primary color." Oh come on, don't give me any rubbish about not hearing that one, all the really good scientists say it. Gosh. Anyway, (am I having Deja Vu?) As he looked, he immediately began typing upon his typewriter. Now if you were paying close attention, you would have noticed three things:

1. The inventor was, in fact, wearing a primary color
2. The typewriter had just been invented, so consequently:
3. The typewriter in question was a miserable failure

You may be wondering why this is important, so I will show you using italicized font! YAY!

The typewriter inventor's sweat flew across the room as he furiously typed away at his new invention. The clock in the corner ticked away slowly as the sun beat down from his window into the tiny cubicle. His coworker's breathing was apparent as he lay down a finger, then the next, in an un-relenting rhythm. Starting to catch the beat, he began to type more furiously and quickly. Unknown to those around him in the sweating typewriter inventing office, his tapping had a rhythm now that only he could hear. Inside his mind he felt the power in his words, thoughts, fingers, welling up, a pressure so great, so strong...

And then, the message ended.

With a sound like a fireworks display in the middle of February, the office and the little cubicle erupted. Order wallowed off to find a less troublesome area of mind-numbing invention, and in the few seconds of time that spaced between the abrupt termination of the little man's rhythm and his realization, the tattered remains of his beat drifted down aroudn his head, mocking him. As his fingers started to lose speed, trying their best to respond to his brain's frantic signals, they made a tremendous crash as they beat down four times more. In shock, the inventor stared down at his creation. With a thumping heart, the word there began to fill his vision, and soon he could see but one thing: the word "rock". Backward he wheeled, out of the cubicle and out of the office, trying to get away from that horrible, evil, filthy little word that caused him his mistake. He jumped from the window, aided only by his total shock, and fell unknowingly onto a mattress shop's blowout-sale sidewalk booth, savin his already unconscious soul. With a final effort to shrug off the blackness enclosing, he feebly muttered "R- ro--- Rock!" to the surrounding crowd. They shrank back, unsure what to make of this new development in their otherwise peaceful world. Suddenly it hit one of them. Literally. As he had stopped to think, the window had burst open above him as one worker after another began to drop their stone paperweights, stone picture frames, stone coffee mugs, and even stone socks onto the stone sidewalk below. Within hours, the entire city was reeling in the shock that their peaceful world of stone had been turned into this harsh word, "rock", and the chaos was immense and powerful. Suddenly, a figure rose before those assembled in front of the stone dump, where they had previously been ridding themselves of the vile substance. With a flick of his rock remote control, a team of higly-trained assault troops came in and took everyone hostage.

Yes you were expecting them to all come to the realization that the two are the same thing and live happily ever after, weren't you? Well sorry, but it turns out that the only reason everything worked out is because everyone was kept captive and taken to Mars except the few who believed in rock, and so they survived and started using the words interchangeably and blah blah blah.

The moral of the story is, don't look directly at the sun. It hurts.

Falling off the boat is bad.

No really, I am serious. Many of you might be thinking "Wow, that Agent Pizza guy has finally gone round the bend". In fact, I thought that very thought as I thought to my self while walking around a corner this morning. As you may have surmised, "corner" is a codename for "bend" that I like to use to throw people off. Anyway, where was I? Oh shoot, I think the code is too effective... Oh well. I will choose another random topic:

Rocks.

Yes, rocks. Sadly enough, rocks are a under-mis-de-badly represented topic in today's internet age, and I though we might all take a step back into the stone age for a moment...

Oh dang, I think I just stepped off the edge (of the boat). Well, in these few seconds I have to type this, I will submit it. See you all later.

I went on a Walk with my bird

Many would argue that "you can't go on a walk with your bird" well turns out you can. If you don't believe me look it up in the "going on a walk with your bird" encyclopedia. Its true. see i was getting tired of microwaving chili peppers in the refrigerator so i decided to go on a walk. you may recall that we are currently on a boat so my walk ended up being across the deck and back. Then a large dump truck arrived and deposited approximately 122,231,557,098,676,000000 oranges into the bathtub. Why he did this is confidential information and will only be given to people with AA battery flashlights.

I was greatly weakened and went to take a nap. Upon arriving at my bed, i realized i had previously stuffed my pillow case with vultures so as not to attract mice. This proved a problem and so i abandoned my plan and headed out to attend a 6:00 baseball game in the chamber of secrets. I soon realized this would not be possible so i went to my room to take a nap. I was astounded to find that my pillow case was some how stuffed with vultures. I descended into the lower chambers of the boat and placed a call to the VULTURE REMOVAL SQUAD. They agreed to come to my aid at once and i thanked them deeply. As i was coming up the stairs i tripped over a giraffe disguised as a cat, and fell through a trap door. I had not realized this was here until shortly after i discovered it. I was very curious and at once remembered that a trap door in a boat could possibly lead to a hidden treasure chest filled with chalk. As i proceeded down the dark tunnel i suddenly became aware that i was being watched by stone snake. i looked closer and saw a PRESS HERE button, i casually pressed the button and found myself falling through the ceiling and onto my bed. My pillow case seemed to be rather bulky. I was about to inspect more carefully when the telephone rang. I hurried to get it and to my dismay it was the VULTURE REMOVAL SQUAD explaining that all of its members were on holiday in France and would be back in five years if i wanted to call then. I agreed to this and decided to go back to microwaving chili peppers in the refrigerator.

When i finally got to sleep i had a dream the was a vulture who was flying along, cool and beautiful when it ran into a pillar.

Long time no see

It seems that i have said this to many times but once again, we have not posted in a while. well in the time that you have stayed up late wondering with batted breath what has happened out on the high seas, not many things have happened.

1. Gusto met an owl named Yambaoe.


2. I invented a pencil sharpener made out of silly puddy.


3. Agent Pizza realized that friing pans are used to fri things.


4. Nadine learned the difference between under water volcano's and ant hills (big difference).

In fact lets talk about the difference between volcano's and ant hills shall we. well, you may not know this but Nadine considers her self an expert mapper. just like we consider Agent Pizza an expert napper. But anyway, Nadine made a map of our coerce on the sea before we even got on the boat. it describes regions and under water places. the map is 7x16 long. two weeks ago, Nadine was studying the map and she informed us that she was confused about something on the map. "When it rained yesterday some water fell on the Key and I don't remember what this symbol ^^^^^^^^^means" Nadine thought hard and then cried"Ant hills, that's it! According to the map we are now crossing over a city of ant hills!"

"Why!"said chitzu "how interesting, i have never heard of under water ant hills!"

Chitzu is wise i thought because in moments we discovered that Nadine was mistaken about the symbol ^^^^^^^. It actually meant

Volcano's...........

For you're Information

I am awesome!!!! DUH!

Robots Are Horrid

Hi. We have not posted in a long time because of a terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible event. I'll tell you about that terrible event after i tell you about and even more terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible event.

TERRIBLE EVENT #1: Gusto built a robot and it beat me out of employee of the month.

Yes i know. how could a robot beat Me, Zora Henrieta the third Portopan Ellis Turnips Zambonie, for employee of the month. Let me remind you of three things. #1 My job is unspotting spotted horns. #2 Gusto is a genius at making robots. #3 This particular robot had a talent at........... Painting. DUH DUH DUH!

TERRIBLE EVENT #2: Why we have not posted in a while. The answer: Gusto through all our computers overboard. Now we have one totally WATER PROOF computer. On which i am writing with now. HUH? Whats that? You don't believe me. So you want proof that this computer is WATER PROOF. Fine. I'll through it over board. Splash. See!!! The screen is still on.

oh dear.

the Festival of the Dancing Turnips

Today was a very horrible day. First, I fell into the Basilisk Lagoon during our visit to Krakanakalakarak Beach (next to Tiki Beach). It was a horrible experience, since that day was the Festival of the Dancing Turnip. During this important ceremony, the natives heat the water of Basilisk Lagoon to high temperatures, then toss turnips into the boiling waters. The turnips bounce around because of all the bubbles, and it is said that for every extra minute it takes for a turnip to bounce out and onto the basilisk statue, a day of storms will occur. Let me tell you, sitting in boiling water while being pelted with turnips is NOT a fun experience. Finally, I got tired of waiting for them to finish dancing and notice me, so I grabbed a turnip near me and threw it at the statue. As soon as the hollow "BONG" emanated from the basilisk, everybody was still. Someone who appeared to be the leader stepped forward with an hourglass. He shouted "The turnips have spoken! There shall be 51 weeks of storms this year!" The rest of the villagers seemed a little dissapointed at the long amount of storms they would have to endure, but started celebrating all the same.

After almost everyone had returned to their huts, Chizu finally found me. We all returned to the ship.