Arrr, the Dragon Ball: Sparking Zero tourney be a right mess! Finalists be dancin' in th' skies for ten long minutes, savvy?
2024-11-26
Arrr, after the ruckus o' the match, they be shoutin' at us to cease our jolly antics and to 'truly play,' as if we be a band o’ landlubbers! What be next, I ask ye, a parley with the parrot? Har har!
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, fer I be tellin’ ye a tale of a most peculiar match on the high seas! So there we were, a ragtag crew o’ scallywags, battlin’ it out on the deck, swords clashin’ and cannonballs whistlin’ by like yer mother’s finest yarns. We thought we were givin’ it our all, but alas, our captain, a grumpy ol’ sea dog named Barnacle Bill, had other notions!After the ruckus had settled, with grog spillin’ and the parrot squawkin’, Captain Bill bellowed like a stormy gale: “Ye scurvy dogs! That be not how ye play!” Aye, he told us to stop our tomfoolery and “really play.” Now, what in Davy Jones’ locker did he mean by that? Did he be wantin’ us to juggle cannonballs or dance like mermaids? We stood there, scratchin’ our heads, wonderin’ if he’d taken a swig of the cursed rum too many!
So, we gathered 'round, ponderin’ how to “really play.” 'Twas a sight to behold—pirates tryin’ to play something akin to a game of charades with peg legs and wooden arms! Soon enough, we were laughin’ like madmen, forgettin’ our worries and just havin’ a jolly good time, much to Captain Bill’s chagrin. Aye, we may not have played right, but we sure did have a grand ol’ time on the briny deep!