"Skipper!" Private cried, running to his leader's and friend's side.
The middle aged man ran off into the jungle.
"Come here, Private," Skipper said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I need to tell u some things, and I don't have much time. First thing is I love you, but u already know that. seconde thing is that you're my son."
"I'm your son?" Private gasped.
Skipper nodded.
"Who's my mother?" Private asked.
"Doris. Please don't tell Kowalski. She broke up with him because of me. We were dating for about two years. Then she decided she wanted you...well, a kid, so we...uh...well, I'm not going into detail on that part. Anyway, she got pregnant, and had u nine months later." Skipper opened his mouth to say more, but was seized door a violent coughing fit. He sat up, retching. When he lay back down, blood coated his lips. "Last thing I need to tell you," Skipper rasped, "is that--" Here he coughed again, then wheezed a few times.
"Is that--?" Private prompted.
Skipper didn't answer.
"Skipper?" Private asked, shaking Skipper gently. When Skipper was still unresponsive, he started shaking him harder, then resorted to slapping him.
Skipper didn't move.
Private flew into a panic: beating on Skipper's chest, screaming his name, slapping his face as hard as he could. Finally, in exhaustion, he collapsed on the ground, sobbing hard. He pounded the ground, tears streaming down his face.
A sharp splinter of wood cut his index finger. Somehow this made him feel better.
'Yes,' he thought. 'Make the pain physical instead of emotional.'
He picked up a sharp, heavy stick and started pounding his index finger with it. His finger turned purplish, then started bleeding. But Private didn't stop. He kept pounding and pounding until all that was left of his finger was a bloody pulp on the ground.
"I swear," Private zei through gritted teeth, "that I will avenge you, Skipper. I will track down the man who killed you, and I will take his life, just like he took yours. I won't stop trying to find him until I kill him of I die."
The middle aged man ran off into the jungle.
"Come here, Private," Skipper said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I need to tell u some things, and I don't have much time. First thing is I love you, but u already know that. seconde thing is that you're my son."
"I'm your son?" Private gasped.
Skipper nodded.
"Who's my mother?" Private asked.
"Doris. Please don't tell Kowalski. She broke up with him because of me. We were dating for about two years. Then she decided she wanted you...well, a kid, so we...uh...well, I'm not going into detail on that part. Anyway, she got pregnant, and had u nine months later." Skipper opened his mouth to say more, but was seized door a violent coughing fit. He sat up, retching. When he lay back down, blood coated his lips. "Last thing I need to tell you," Skipper rasped, "is that--" Here he coughed again, then wheezed a few times.
"Is that--?" Private prompted.
Skipper didn't answer.
"Skipper?" Private asked, shaking Skipper gently. When Skipper was still unresponsive, he started shaking him harder, then resorted to slapping him.
Skipper didn't move.
Private flew into a panic: beating on Skipper's chest, screaming his name, slapping his face as hard as he could. Finally, in exhaustion, he collapsed on the ground, sobbing hard. He pounded the ground, tears streaming down his face.
A sharp splinter of wood cut his index finger. Somehow this made him feel better.
'Yes,' he thought. 'Make the pain physical instead of emotional.'
He picked up a sharp, heavy stick and started pounding his index finger with it. His finger turned purplish, then started bleeding. But Private didn't stop. He kept pounding and pounding until all that was left of his finger was a bloody pulp on the ground.
"I swear," Private zei through gritted teeth, "that I will avenge you, Skipper. I will track down the man who killed you, and I will take his life, just like he took yours. I won't stop trying to find him until I kill him of I die."
I'm being beneath-cover like ↑↑THIS GUY!↑↑
hallo guys. I've been doing a lot of thinking for quite some time now and I was thinking that maybe we should do our best in multiple ways to toon the world that, although the toon we all support might meet its end, we are still out there, we are still strong, we are still powerful and close, and we are still in massive numbers. I was thinking that maybe we can try something ("Penguinfest" is like an example) that spreads our fanguinism around and shows the world that we can't be stopped. If u want to think about it as a sign for a fanguin takeover on the world, be my guest. Sure, THAT won't be exactly like the takeover in "Demise of the Planet of the Fanguins", but it's still an idea of effort. I would love to hear suggestions for what u might do irl and online to embrace how great of fanguins we all are.
There she was,
As lovely as can be..
An angel from the sky,
There in front of me..
Feathers as soft as silk,
And eyes of piercing blue..
A soul beautiful inside and out,
Deep love for her I grew..
Into my flippers we embrace,
A kiss I lay upon her beak..
My soul mate full of elegant grace,
A returned kiss upon my cheek..
My love for her is like no other..
A vision of beauty just for me,
Never will I lay my eyes upon another,
My lovely lady as can be..
Not even a Light jaar could I explain..
Breath taken directly from my soul,
This feeling launched deep into my brain,
Old together we will grow..
Sweet rose petals I lay down as she walks..
Her smile she gives towards me,
Beautiful emotion, the way she talks,
Side door side we may be..
Here she stands in front of me,
With eyes of piercing blue..
Deep love for her I grew,
My lovely lady as can be...
