Roll out the cask of amontadillo
and we'll have a barrel of fun!
What is this mad masquerade? A panoply of masked grotesques yelping and stumbling in dim, flickering light, a crash of dropped homebrew...we preflighted as best we could, and escaped as best we could, choppers in our trembling hands. We launched 18 strong, our machines hissing and quivering into the windy, moonless night.
First a merry circuit through Satan's Nostrils in the inner belt neighborhood, and stops for unsavory snacks and fuel dumps.
Sewer went down on the Mass Ave bridge and almost killed everyone but we survived.
Then on to the Frog Pond, there to spit upon the hated FrogPondians! We bypassed the statue of EAP, but did enjoy amphibious HARV flights led by the grace and beauty of Wombat.
Dr Claw inexplicably went to the pear first, then intercepted the mission at Castle Island. Only he braved the icy winds of the causeways, while we cowered in the lee of the fort, in the ironically named Pleasure Bay.
At the Castle, a skunk fled from us in terror and we thought, in all intended kindness, of our ever-odiferous Fleet Admiral.
We read from the works of Poe including The Cask of Amontillado, The Raven (chorally and uproariously), and The Telltale Heart. Punchy read creepy French poetry about the Cruel Eucharist, and made us delicious hot toddy, and Tard incurred push-up debt.
On the way home we fought a stringent solar wind. Modulo a few short stops for MP3PO swap and minor mechanicals, we arrived without further incident.
Maggots fstop and MacGyver were knighted FINALLY
Babymaggots Punchy and Binx turned in fine flights, maggots RadMax and Squeezebox continued their maggoting in good order.
NEMO ME IMPUNE LACESSIT <- DON"T MESS WITH NEMO