"Yarr matey! A ruckus with the Border Patrol be under the spyglass in Vermont, arrrr!"
2025-01-20
Arrr, the landlubber State Police be babblin’ 'bout a ruckus on Interstate 91, but they be keepin’ their lips sealed tighter than a clam in a storm! No further yarns to spin, just a mystery shrouded in fog! Avast, what jolly nonsense be this?
Avast, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I’ve a tale to spin 'bout a ruckus on the highroads of Interstate 91! Aye, it be not the grandest of tales, but a curious incident did unfold. The State Police, those landlubber guardians o' the peace, be flap-jawing about a shooting that took place amidst the rumble o' carriages and the swish o' the wind.Yet, would ye believe it? They be as tight-lipped as a clam with a secret! Not a single morsel o’ juicy details did they offer up to the scallywags and good folk alike. Just a simple proclamation: ‘Aye, there was a shooting!’ But nary a hint of who fired the cannon, or if it were a duel of words gone awry, or perhaps, the work of a rogue pirate with a grudge to settle!
So here we be, left to ponder on this peculiar affair, like sailors lost at sea without a compass. ‘Tis a mystery wrapped in an enigma, shrouded in fog thicker than a kraken's breath! Keep yer eyes peeled, mates, for the saga be far from over, and one can only hope those State Police grow a pair o’ sea legs and spill the beans soon! Yarrr!