Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta
Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta
Ta-dah! Some stuff happened, and you're about to hear about it!
Started out normal, blah-blah-blah, Bert-flying and people-teasing. Got an offer from a guy.
Eric.Knox..: Hello Eric.Knox..: would you like to make money? Brakelatabasaasta: Are you my mother? Eric.Knox..: do you want to make bucks or not? Brakelatabasaasta: Can I make does instead? Eric.Knox..: eh? Brakelatabasaasta: Doe, a deer, a female deer, ray, a drop of golden sun... Eric.Knox..: okay Eric.Knox..: Nevermind then
That was around Manhattan-orbit place. Then I found a guy who was all like... flying! His name was Nemo. And I entered sneaky-stealthy mode and followed, like I always do. So I followed Nemo through the whoosh-rings to the Bushy place, and found an even more interesting guy! He was a Botanyman. So, I did what anyone would do.
Brakelatabasaasta: Ooh! A new target! Switching Inconspicuous Follow-Mode from Nemo to Botanyman! Brakelatabasaasta: A-sneak-a sneak-a... LNS-Nevada*Brightstar: bruce: Huhmmm. S.S.Botany.Bay: Odd little bugger, aren't ya? Brakelatabasaasta: Clearly he cannot be speaking to me. He cannot see me, because I am so STEALTHY. LNS-Nevada*Brightstar: Bruce: Your vissible to my naked eye pilot. Brakelatabasaasta: Shh-shh-shh! You'll blow my cover! My cover... which covers me from you... S.S.Botany.Bay: You get many like this around here mister officer? LNS-Nevada*Brightstar: Ther a very few ship i can't see on my scanner its specialyzed by *Ageira tech engineers. Brakelatabasaasta: Well, you can't see me or Bert! That's for sure. Bert told me so, it must be true. S.S.Botany.Bay: Seems like a smart bloke that Bert. Brakelatabasaasta: A-yup. Bert and me go way back. We're good friends, and he's a good ship-guy. S.S.Botany.Bay: I s'pose I'll just have to take your word for it. Brakelatabasaasta: Or you can see for yourself! Because you CAN'T see me! So there's your proof. Brakelatabasaasta: So so stealthy.
So Botanyman seemed interesting enough. The Navyguy left, anyway, but he seemed pretty stiff-straight, like most Navyguys. I continued to be stealthy, but then Botanyman mentioned moving somewhere else.
S.S.Botany.Bay: Fancy a trip to Manhattan? I think I might relax there. Brakelatabasaasta: 'Kay 'kay! S.S.Botany.Bay: And you can continue to be... stealthy. Brakelatabasaasta: Yup-yup! But shh! Don't spoil it. S.S.Botany.Bay: Heh, I'll try.
When we got back to Manhattan-space, though, there was like, no one there. So I didn't bother with my stealthiness so much. And I had a little chat with Botanyman.
S.S.Botany.Bay: Bloody Samura following me... Brakelatabasaasta: Why come? S.S.Botany.Bay: Maybe they're just jealous of my dashing vessel. *chuckles* Brakelatabasaasta: Ah! Yes! Tha must be it! So what's its name? Is it a he or a she? S.S.Botany.Bay: Who? The Samura? They're a whole bunch of he's and she's. And I don't think they fancy me too much. Brakelatabasaasta: Nah, nah, your "dashing vessel"! You've already met my stealthy Bert. And yours...? S.S.Botany.Bay: My name? Brakelatabasaasta: Well, that works, too. But your ship! What's his or her name? I mean, I'm Brakelatabasaasta, and my ship is Bert. Brakelatabasaasta: You're X, and your ship is Y. S.S.Botany.Bay: Oh, well, my ship is the Botany Bay. Got the nice ol' steam ship prefix on her. S.S.Botany.Bay: But a'course she runs on steam, haha. Brakelatabasaasta: Really? So if Y=Botany Bay, what is X? Brakelatabasaasta: Solve for X. S.S.Botany.Bay: Oh. Well then X would be Rhoads. Robbie Rhoads. Brakelatabasaasta: So. Now we have X, and we have Y. And with that, we can find the hypotenuse of the profit margins! S.S.Botany.Bay: I hope we're all at right angles here. Hehe. Brakelatabasaasta: Well, only one way to find out... Brakelatabasaasta: No. Wait. That's wrong. There are THREE ways to find out. Brakelatabasaasta: But one fell down the drain, and I can't hire a plumber. Brakelatabasaasta: And the other requires me to be not-so-stealthy. Like I am now. S.S.Botany.Bay: Heh luckily they don't make us do much maths flying ships. Brakelatabasaasta: Math? I'm just trying to figure out how to make breakfast!
With the pieces in place, I knew I could make something happen here! The stars were alligned! All I had to do was figure out the question to the answer of today's Daily Double, and then I would be sure to earn the Leprechauns' respect! So we had to backtrack a bit, back to when science was first invented. I had to pick up and many sciences as I could and shove them in my pockets, then come back to the now-time and apply them to my bunyons!
S.S.Botany.Bay: Well, this thing couldn't do right angles if its rusted ol' hull depended on it. Brakelatabasaasta: But now the real question is: What causes the rust? Is it these supposed "right angles"? Brakelatabasaasta: Or is it ghosts? Brakelatabasaasta: I'm leaning toward ghosts. S.S.Botany.Bay: You might be onto something... Brakelatabasaasta: Or perhaps, INto something. Brakelatabasaasta: Much like a spirit possessing a person, place or thing. Brakelatabasaasta: They can only do it for nouns and adverbs. S.S.Botany.Bay: No adjectives huh? Brakelatabasaasta: NEVER adjectives. Brakelatabasaasta: So which is Botany Bay? A noun or an adverb? S.S.Botany.Bay: Well, I think it's a noun. Brakelatabasaasta: A-ha! Then we're on to something here. S.S.Botany.Bay: Used to be an area on the ol' blue dot we all came from. Brakelatabasaasta: And which area was that? S.S.Botany.Bay: Well, I don't remember too well. I think I was taught I was from a place they called "the land down under". Brakelatabasaasta: So. That means the ghosts have taken your nounship in an attempt to return it to this "Underworld" you speak of. S.S.Botany.Bay: Hahaha perhaps. Brakelatabasaasta: And in doing so, they rub themselve along your hull, creating the rust. S.S.Botany.Bay: You're a cheeky one. Brakelatabasaasta: Which, in turn, alerts the Samurai-types to your uncleanliness, and they come down on you with soap. Brakelatabasaasta: Deadly soap. S.S.Botany.Bay: I think you've figured it out. Brakelatabasaasta: So there's your problem! To stop the silly Kusarimen, hire an exorcist! S.S.Botany.Bay: I think you should write a paper on it. Brakelatabasaasta:I already did. Tomorrow.
Problem solved, Botanyman saved, Leprechauns impressed.
With pride in my heart and holes in my shoes, I landed on Manhattan and went to my dumpster-home. There, I successfully cooked about five dozen omelettes and made a three-piece suit out of them. I'll wear it on special occasions, along with my big foam cowboy hat and mustache-nose-glasses.
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