Fit the First
54 minutes. Beer poised: to swig or to throw, that is the question.
Captain Kane. Eye set with terrible aspect. He takes aim. He shoots...he Scores!!
Lions rampant amidst much quaffing of beer. Backs are slapped, cheers and blessings are bestowed in equal measure upon our heroes head.
Hope renewed...
Fit the Second
84 minutes: Beer poised: to swig or to throw, this is a question.
Captain Kane stiffens the sinew and summons up the blood. He steps up and...
...WHAT THE F. WAS THAT!? I MEAN, WHAT THE ACTUAL F. WAS THAT! WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! I mean, are you kiddin' me - c'mon man...
(sounds of furniture being chewed)
The ball sails so high, it kissed the sky and kept on going, with a blizzard of bottles chasing the cursed sphere into the heavens, where angels weep bitter tears to see the hero fallen to earth.
Hope renounced...
Exit stage right: chased by a cockerel.
(Fade to black.)
54 minutes. Beer poised: to swig or to throw, that is the question.
Captain Kane. Eye set with terrible aspect. He takes aim. He shoots...he Scores!!
Lions rampant amidst much quaffing of beer. Backs are slapped, cheers and blessings are bestowed in equal measure upon our heroes head.
Hope renewed...
Fit the Second
84 minutes: Beer poised: to swig or to throw, this is a question.
Captain Kane stiffens the sinew and summons up the blood. He steps up and...
...WHAT THE F. WAS THAT!? I MEAN, WHAT THE ACTUAL F. WAS THAT! WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! I mean, are you kiddin' me - c'mon man...
(sounds of furniture being chewed)
The ball sails so high, it kissed the sky and kept on going, with a blizzard of bottles chasing the cursed sphere into the heavens, where angels weep bitter tears to see the hero fallen to earth.
Hope renounced...
Exit stage right: chased by a cockerel.
(Fade to black.)
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