[h2]Dirk Messir - There's "The Truth..." [i]angry headshake[/i] And "The Truth!" [i]smile and nod[/i][/h2]
Well, okay. No killing the boys then. Which was OBVIOUSLY what Dirk wanted to start that there in the place of men. So they lived, bitch. Whilst that happend, Smitch opened up the door, and it reveals a bunch of things, like stones, and bowls. Ding dong, Mariner logos. Dirk wasn't a stupid, I recognise them from when they fought the bad guys back on the island. The Island. Yuushuu Island, to be clear. He's gotta be clear on it.

[i]You don't even know them Maniac! You can't just say you know what that means Psycho![/i]

Sure, okay, but. Marine logos. Men who are coatmen. Chapter 1: What it means. Probably they became ex-Marines.

'Maybe they were ex-marines,' I utter, with not really scene the truth of that why there is marines being prats of the curry bean. They hook people now. No you're a hooker. Shut up.

[i]You Figured It Out! Nicely Done![/i]

I say shut up, this seems importent. Maybe. Dirk's thinking is interrupted by Some Guy screaming as he flies into space, or just the see, where there are see breezes to breeze through life like a breeze. Easy-breezy.

'We should take their stuff,' he concluded after watchingman the man goes to the drownland with that dunk tilt. 'They can't do this forever. If they try, and have their stuff be our stuff. They won't be able to protecc.' He paused just long enough to interrupts Smarch. Stupid Smarch calendars. 'But also attacc. People.' With his Brand New Hydraulically Operated Twin Brother, Coat, Dirk begins to begin to hide books and a telescope in his coat. He'll need them for the future year of later that very same year, on International Bring A Buttton of Bees to Work Day. There'll be bees, and he'll shoot them with a bee bee gun. Or create a beehive golem out of more bees. Perfect yes.

[i]You utter fool.[/i]