"Two scallywag militia mates caught schemin' to send federal agents to Davy Jones’ locker! Arrr, what a jolly mess!"
2024-11-09
"Arrr, we be settin' sail fer a huntin' expedition, matey!" one scallywag be squawkin' in a raggedy film, "Headin' fer the Mexico border, lookin' to pop a few landlubbers and those pesky officials tryin' to thwart our merry mischief, say the lawmen!" Har har!
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, for I be spinnin' a yarn of landlubber folly! A band o' scallywags, with mischief in their eyes, set sail on a venture most foul! They be preparin' to venture to the border o' Mexico, not for treasure, but to hunt the poor souls who be crossin' into their watery world.“We be goin' huntin’,” one o' these bumbling buccaneers quoth, like a fool with a parrot on his shoulder! Aye, the plan be as daft as a one-legged sea captain, layin’ his sights on immigrants and the brave officials tryin' to keep the peace. What kind of blaggards be these, I ask ye? With guns drawn and no sense in their heads, they thought they could unleash cannon fire on innocent folk. But alas! The law be hot on their tails, like a hungry shark after a shipwrecked sailor.
So I say, me hearties, let this be a lesson to ye! When ye set yer sights on trouble, make sure ye ain’t the ones walkin' the plank! And remember, huntin’ be for the sea and the beasts therein, not for them poor souls just seekin' a better life. Yarr, may these knaves be left to ponder their foolishness in the brig!