"That's three hundred people." I said dryly.

"That's three hundred people." I said dryly. The 'Big Boss' fixed me with a look that said it all: He really didn't care about those 'Peasants', lives. I did. That bomb would blow.
The bridge would crumble and the Peasants could not escape the Communist's People's Army, which Big Boss now commanded as General Shin. But the rebels had a spy.
this was a start of a deadly war between england and france
the Anglo-French war was fought with suicide fish and nuclear bombs.
To be fair, the nuclear bombs were just as much to blame as the suicide fish. If Admiral Mrs. Pauls, hadn't stuck her breadsticks in where they didn't belong, we might've still had
a chance to fend off the attack. But no, the good-for-nothing admiral was too big of a busybody to allow us to survive.
"This is mutiny! I'll see you all imprisoned for this!" shouted the admiral as we prodded him down the gangplank. "Yeah, you and what eel?" sneered Vex the Vicious as he pushed the
admiral to the end of the gangplank with his side-eye. "O vexèd Vex, such twizzlings in thy mizzens, that you should do this thing this blighted day." The eager sharks circled be
neath the plank. The admiral’s mind raced to escape the watery, painful death. Turning on the plank to face the pirate captain, he looked down at his feet and said “Shoe’s untied!"
Amazingly, the pirate fell for it & the admiral headbutted him into the jaws of a hungry shark. Echoes of the pirate's screams can still be heard when the tide is high. Listen...

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