[h2][color=green][center]Slick[/center][/color][/h2]

Slick's grin slowly morphed into a look of mad rage as his canvas resisted his attempt to make it beautiful. [color=red][b]"STOP RESISTING AND LET ME MAKE YOU INTO A MASTERPIECE!"[/b][/color] His fire grew hotter and hotter as he poured more and more oil into his weapon, trying to break through the vacuum that dinner was making so it could be properly cooked. Was it dinner or was it art? He would decide once he got it on the stove, maybe it was both right now? His musings were interrupted by a sweet music that many would interpret as a deadly explosion, Slick preferred the term orchestra. Dinner finally stopped spinning it's arms like an idiot and began to be properly cooked, slipping off the ship and into the ocean. [color=green]"DINNER NO! YOU WERE GOING TO BE SO TASTY!"[/color] And then Slick did something really dumb. He jumped off his position on the mast and leapt towards the dinner, which was splitting into multiple smaller entrees, and latched onto one with a tendril of sticky oil.

Thus he became one with the chain, swinging onto the King Crab with the rest of the Shrimp Brigade and landing on the deck with style and grace. Meaning he crashed into several crew members, using them to break his fall and simultaneously break their bones. Slick sprang up with hardly a scratch on him and began running circles around dinner, ignoring his friends who were on board with him. [color=green]"Hold still and let me cook you so you can[/color] [color=red][b]BECOME A WORK OF ART ALONG WITH THE REST OF THIS SHIP!"[/b][/color] Three tendrils emerged from Slick's back, the ends spewing very flammable oil all over the deck of the ship where dinner was standing. While the tendrils did that, Slick was also using his regular arms to let loose with a stream of flame on dinner's torso to split its attention.