Bonekid happily joined in on the huddle of camaraderie, but found himself WAY too short to bump heads, though that's probably for the best considering his skull was still a bit aching from the fall he suffered earlier in the day. When the huddle was over, Bonekid looked up at Feya and flexed his arms meekly, leaves slowly weaving over his arms to form sleeves (heh) that had large bumps along them at the end, sort of like he was flexing hard. "Show off what the Rums can do, Feya!"

He had a few puns worked out, but he kept them to himself. He didn't wanna make the group seem too cocky.

Show off the real guns of the Rums, Feya!

Lets flex our near-victory over these guys!

Err... something about calcium in pun form!

Ok, so maybe he could stretch two. Either way, as soon as he finished his flexing, Bonekid ran back to Lilli and sat down beside her, still there to tend to her needs since she was still really... really worn out.

There could be no doubt about it. The Buccaneer Pirates were feeling the weight, the tension, of these games pressing down hard on them now. Few ever even made it to Howie Tzar's cooking challenge, much less made it passed. Now these two crews stood before them, assembled together, ready to take on the single final challenge the Buccaneers could offer. But once they remembered what the challenge was, who would be holding it, a wave of relief swept across the whole crew. Nobody could beat their captain.

"You're all that's left, captain Bill! Take'em down!"

"Blast them off the island, captain Bill!"

Everyone roared in cheer and applause, which only rose in volume and intensity as the portly man stood up. He ignored the cheers, watching as a couple men struggled to roll Tzar away in his rotund state, observing as the mobile cooking stations wheeled away, leaving only an open dirt path. He waddled down the stands onto the dirt, and began stretching out his limbs. Runch called out, taking his own seat back once again, "Aren't you going to have your men setup your challenge?"

Bill straightened himself out, then dug his heel into the dirt. He walked a wide circle, dragging his foot the whole way so as to make a perfectly circular ring. "No need!" he called back, digging a line straight down the middle. "I don'need no fancy setup 'r stage." He stood on one side of the line, within the circle, and widened his stance. His little stubby legs reached a surprisingly considerable distance, and he thrust each arm out in a practiced motion. Bill's eyes met and locked onto Feya's. "Good t'ave me first challenger. Sorry t'say ye won't be me last. Ever sumo wrestled b'fore? Don' matter, rules're simple. Push the opponent outta tha ring ta win. Any methods're allowed in my ring. Best two outta three. Ready?"

Cedric stirred from his unconsciousness with Bill's booming voice. Boone grunted in discomfort and looked around confused. Had no one cared that he played on the ground? Then again, that was a position they saw their captain in more often then not. Cedric sighed, rubbing his temple and looked for any source of alcohol he could find. Then he gave Feya a thumbs up stating, "The battle is yours to win Feya.."

Well, Sment went did no wording, so I'll just have to dote myself. I've got the Divine Purpose, he has the good tools to good timing with, and now they went to moving to places in sneaking format, with full sneaks on the sneak snlevel, there where he the they he goes to find Marionetees.

They're going to see you Dumbass! You should leave Fool!

Divine Purpose is too good. It leads to place. He was in with a chance, and he went in with a no seen sight seeing tour, and got a pen and drew it on the nearest paper. Better than Park's, though, probably, and it was just a gunnon which did have crossed out. Then when he did that, he left, and gone went to the next place, but retained the penteler. Where Marines are, he is also there, secret drawing a crossed cannon. A cross cannon with crossed. It is crossed out. Sometimes maybe is Smee instead.

Those Looked Really Good, Dirk! You Should Think About Becoming An Artist!

They'll never understand what you're saying, you waste. Or better yet, they'll all figure it out, and blow the plan into the water.

Shut.

That'd be a good way for your disgusting backside to die, too.

SsssHUTT.

If I could, I'd kill you.

There started to get annoyed grumbel from Dirk's mouth, as he tried to shutt. Tri-ing to shutt Derek. He can't. No Derek. Stop it.

I'd go ahead and KILL ALL YOUR SO-CALLED FRIENDS too, if they even count as friends YOU ARE ALONE SCUM

'Ggggnhhrhrhghghghghhnfahghrrtrtsdtfsd.' He needed to not do that right now. Being angery would mean he can't make the Divine Purpose work. It won't work if he doesn't go fsat, and there I couldn't achieve the top place if I'm not noting note places of the links of people's places. It has to be this there then Divine Purpose needs to keep up. Shush. Hsuuush.