Arrr, me hearties! Three scurvy dogs be shot in Vermont! Be their crime hate or be it fate?
2023-11-26
Arrr, thar be three scurvy college landlubbers makin' their way to sup on Saturday night. The lawmen be scratchin' their heads, for they've yet to lay eyes on the scoundrel behind it all.
Arr, me hearties! 'Twas a fine Saturday night when three young scholars set sail fer a feast fit fer kings. The lads and lasses were bound fer a jolly supper, aye, when lo and behold, the lawmen were up to their old tricks! The scallywags in blue be scratchin' their heads, unable to reckon a suspect's name. Shiver me timbers!These three buccaneers, these college scurvy dogs, be wantin' nothin' but a pleasant evening, indulgin' in the finest grub. Yet the constables be playin' tricks on 'em. Be they tryin' to test their mettle, see if these young rapscallions be worthy of a proper feast? Arr, we may never know, mateys!
The students, they be sailin' on their way through the cobbled streets, their bellies rumblin' like a stormy sea. The scent of savory meats and delectable sweets be fillin' the air, temptin' their noses. But alas, the lawmen be ruinin' their adventure with their bumbling attempts at findin' a suspect.
Picture it, me hearties – these three mates, walkin' the plank of hunger, each step filled with anticipation. And what be their reward? The lawmen jestin' and jokin' about their incompetence. Aye, the pirates of old would have had their heads rollin' for such mockery!
So here we be, me hearties, left wonderin' when justice will prevail and our heroes shall finally reach their destination. Will they ever taste the sweet victory of a bountiful dinner? Will the constables finally catch a whiff of the true scoundrel who robbed them of their joy?
Only time will tell, me hearties, but fear not! These college students be resilient, and their hunger be as fierce as the stormy seas. They shall not be denied their right to a hearty meal. Mark me words, when that suspect be caught, it'll be a dinner fit fer a pirate king!