Galvy, Rusty and Tater-Dance's Daily Bullshittin'

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Chapter Seven:

Well Galvy didn't know what to do! But he instinctivley started flapping his arms, (wings, now,) and soon made it to the top. Reginald said, "now flap them feet of yours, young featherboy." And he did. And he swam! Duck-boy was amazed! He swam all over! Having as much fun as he could. You have never seen a duck-boy as happy as he, I guarentee it. But the mean old lady was watching him through her weird, crystal sphere of some sort, and Reginald sensed this. "Your first lesson is over," spake Reggie. "Get on out of the water now." "but I am enjoying myself so!" spoketh the duck-boy thing. "NO! You must get out now," spaketh Reggie. "Trouble is afoot."

Chapter Eight:

The mean old lady, (who for some reason doesn't have a name yet,) noticed through her clear ball thingy that Reggie has been helping this duckboy. She sends out her duck minions once again to retreive the escaped Galvy, and to kill Reggie for helping him. Reggie and Galvy are going through the woods, back to the cave, when they hear the faint sound of quacking. Quack. Quack. Quack. Getting louder by the second. Reggie says, "hope on my back, duckboy!" and with a powerful blast of ass-gas, Reggie and Galvy fly into the air on a magical rainbow thing. As the duck minions are flying after them, Reggie dives down into the chimney of a magical tavern, avoiding the duck minions. (for all who do not know, duck minions do not believe in taverns for some odd reason.) They land in the main room, and go to the bar, when a bartender known as Lydia was serving up beers and cocktails. "Lydia!' hollers Reginald. "We need help!" "Well, my assy friend," spoketh Lydia, "that duckboy on your back is certainly too young to be in this tavern." "But Lydia, we need your help badly. Queen Dingledorf, (you know now the mean old lady's name!) and her duck minions are after us! They aim to capture young Galvy here, and kill me!" "Galvy, you say?" Lydia responds. "The chosen one?" "That is correct," says Reggie. Then a raspy voice is heard from the end of the bar. "I know why you are here. And the duckboy thing must be protected at all costs. We must protect this featherboy. He is of utmost importance." "Who are you?" Reginald, and duckface said in unison. The dark, shadowed man spake, "I be the Rusty one."
 
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So I am thinking that this 'chosen' one sounds a bit like Harry Potter except for being a duck boy....
 
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Chapter Nine.:

Reggie, Lydia, and Galvy slowly walked over to Rusty. He threw down his shot, lit up a smoke, and looked over at Galvyduck. "You, son, are a very integral being in the universe. There is a mean old lady after you, right?" "Yes," said Galvy. "She had planned to turn me into a duck, but it didn't work, and I escaped." "Young duckboything," Rusty slurred, "do you know why you are the chosen one? It is because you are the only one, with the brain the size of a kidney bean, too small for the machine to detect, and transform. And therefore the answer lies with you. Hey, barlady! 'Nother shot, dammit! Now folks, I must join you in your journey. For troubles that lie ahead are far to great for a duckboy and some weird ass/man combo to endure." Lydia delivered Rusty a double whiskey, and a slap to the face. "A please would have been nice, you drunken git!" she said. "My apologies, madam. You know how I am," spaketh Rusty. "But you do not know much about this tavern. I knew your father, back when he ran this place. He stored away a special beverage for me. He knew this day would come. Lydia. There is a little trap door on the bottom shelf. Under the rum. Open it, and give me the bottle that is in there." Lydia does as she is instructed. As she opens the trap door, she cannot believe her eyes! "COULD IT BE?" she shouts.
 
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dancingpotato said:
So I am thinking that this 'chosen' one sounds a bit like Harry Potter except for being a duck boy....
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To be honest, if that is true, then it would be pure coincidence. I have never read any of those books, nor watched any of the movies, or plan to :24:
 
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To be honest, if that is true, then it would be pure coincidence. I have never read any of those books, nor watched any of the movies, or plan to :24:
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Lol! I dont know why I find myself drawn to this thread but it's a lil disturbing lmao
 
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I have that effect on people :24:

Chapter Ten:

"Yes," Rusty said, "it is the magical Jagermeister." Reginald's mouth begins to water, as he looks at the fabled concoction. "I had only heard stories," Reggie quietly said, awestruck. "It's ice cold! How can that be?" asked Lydia. "It was made by an extinct eskimo tribe in the great north," spoke Rusty. "It was made in with the rare blue ice of the Arctic, and will never go warm." Lydia handed the bottle to Rusty, and with one fluid motion, he poured four shots, and recapped the bottle. "Now the four of us must take a drink," he spoke. "This will help us on our journey. Lydia, you must come with us now. You have the blood of your father running in your veins. You posess powers that you cannot even fathom." "But how?" she inquired. "Who was my father?" "Your father," Rusty spake, "was the King of the Arctic eskimos. They were a magical people who held the balance of good and evil througout the world. Your father was intimate with a woman of the tribe, and nine months later, you were born. An attack from Queen Dingledorf was imminent. So he took you and came down here to the foothills of PA, to keep you from her. Her minions killed the entire tribe, except for you and your father, of course. But one dark day, they found your dad and took him away to her lair, but they never found you. That's why I am here every day, Lydia. I, am your protector." She was dumbfounded. "You are my protector?" "Yes," Rusty said. "When I am here, they will not attack. But an attempt, I fear, is nigh. We must leave this place, all four of us."
 
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Chapter Eleven:


So the four of them left the tavern, and piled into Rusty's white chariot of greatness, and hit the road. They continued down a dirt road, with only Rusty knowing where they are heading, Lydia asks, "Rusty one, where are we going?" "Yeah, I gotta pee, are we there yet?" asks the ass-man. "Hold it, it is only a bit further. We are heading to a safe zone where I can keep the duckboy from harm." They pull down a narrow, worn out cattle trail where a barn comes into view. "I know this place," says Galvy. "I have seen it in my dreams." "This is where you were born, Galvy. I am your father," Rusty spaketh. "What?" the duckboy asked. "I am your father," said Rusty. "I doinked your mamma 15 years ago, and you came to be 9 months later." "But why have you never come to see me?" asked Galvy. "Because I knew they would follow me. The baddies would follow me to where you were, and take you. I stayed away for your safety. But enough about that. It is time for rest." And with another fluid motion, Rusty withdrew 4 shot glasses from his pocket, and poured four more hits of the magic Jagermeister. "We all take one more drink, and go to bed. We will continue on in the morining. We will be safe for the night."
 
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Chapter Twelve:


Dawn broke, and Rusty awoke to dead silence. He got up, and looked around the room. Reginald was still asleep, and Lydia was, too. But no sign of the Galvaduck! Looking around the house he noticed a pee-stained feather on the windowsill. He ran outside and saw a trail of those yellowy feathers out into the woods. He ran back inside and alerted the others with a shotgun blast into the ceiling. "WHAT THE FLOORBUFFER?" screamed the assman. "HOLY TESTICLE TUESDAY!" shouted Lydia. "They got the Galvyduck overnight!" said Rusty. "Somehow they found us and broke in without the alarm going off!" He then noticed that the Reginald was leaning against the alarm control box, and had slept against it all night, effectivley disarming the device. "You FOOL!" Rusty shoutethed, "This is YOUR fault! If you would have layed in the bed I showed you, instead of standing against the wall, this would have never happened!" Reggie began to speak, "But I-" "Nevermind," Rusty said. "What's done is done. We must now track down the Galvyduck and rescue him." So the three of them piled back into the white chariot, and began their journey. A journey none of them could have ever imagined...
 
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FFS have you not tired yourself out yet Mr speilberg....could this be a box office hit....sorry i missed out the S:24::24::24:
 
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FFS have you not tired yourself out yet Mr speilberg....could this be a box office hit....sorry i missed out the S:24::24::24:
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Well I got a problem now, you see. I am out of material. Now I have to come up with more story hahahaha.



ANYWAY we have a caller on line 3

Hi, this is Hank from Virginia. Last Thursday was my wife's birthday. I got her a new rack for drying the dishes, and some new dishrags. She got all upset, started crying, and took teh kids and went to her mothers house. She has stopped talking to me, and I haven't seen her since then. My question to you is this: What bait do you reccommend for large mouth bass?
 
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