'Baghlama maoblablo!' (Inaudible yelling)

Yelled by a few marine ensigns, doing the Russian - slavic - folk dance. One of which being Spook. A few weeks ago, Spook fell off a moving train while undercover and in a coveted operation with his fellow marauders of the state. Their plan? Nothing Spook could remember, on similar note there was nothing left of his other memories. What caused this all? A fumble, and a loud yelp similar to 'I've slipped!' but much more garbled following by Spook hitting his head against a signpost. After getting up, he believed that he was a marine stationed at Enies Lobby; and oddly enough, the ensigns believed his story. As did the rest of the marine, he got a paycheck and a rank in the marine. He told them that he fell off a train during a maintenance and that he forgot of most of what he does, his 'superiors' laughed at him, mocked him and said that all ensigns are mongs. And today, he is seen to be dancing with his fellow comrades in a tavern claimed to be shady by many. Dancing away at the night, young Spook saw his captain nearing the end of the evening as the day transitioned into its night cycle.

Seeing his captain gave him a 'huh' feeling. He was experiencing a deja vu, his brain previously disconnected seemed to connect some cut off points that caused this in the first place. Something about blind sight yada yada. A rush of anxiety and panic seemed to take over his body. He sat down at a bar chair, a few meters away from his captain and another crew member. Strongly eyeing her crew member reminded him of a pair of binoculars, and dropping his trousers. A presque vu hit his mind, ever memory of his had the center piece missing. He got off the bar chair and began walking to his captain, as her perfume finalized that center piece and it all made sense. To make his missing presence not seem awkward, he made up a story. 'I have finally found you' He whispered to a mop, considering he was drunk and had the mop mistaken as his captain. He rested his elbow against the corner behind the mop. 'Yeah.. they didn't suspect me at all' He continued to whisper. Breaking out in a scoff, 'They had no idea' He mockingly looked behind him, with coy eyes. That was until he saw his captain at the bar, and had realized that he was facing and talking to a mop. Why am I talking to a mop wasn't the first thought he had. He summoned all of his energy and sobriety into attempting to walk towards his captain once more. Once you go past a certain point, trying your best to walk in a straight line seems to be the most difficult thing in the world.

Finally, after what seemed a century(it was about an hour) Spook had walked ten meters in a straight line, towards his captain and another crewmember.

'I have traveled many seas. Many oceans, and across these oceans I once met an aboriginal tribe. With this tribe I set up a trade, I traded the chiefs daughter for 2 office furniture chairs.'

Of course, this is how it sounded in his mind. In reality.. not so much, it was more garble. Someone who really knew him had a faint idea of what he tried to say, or professional drunks.

'Have I missed something important?'

Spook was confused by the game they were playing, he had not heard of it. Have I ever? What if he did the thing that was mentioned? Drink? Not drink? Of course, the bantz about vaginal intercourse didn't help his train of thought. Spook thought he would be funny by drinking at every question, nobody would be the wiser.

Is Spook gay?

Sure, why not. Bottoms up, drink drink drink.

Has he ever had vaginal intercourse with a stick?

Why not? Bottoms up, once again.

Then a thought struck to Spook. Wouldn't Melissa's babies turn out to be retarded since she was drinking. He deviously let out a single chuckle. Going out and hitting the bar wasn't Spooks thing, going to the shop and lighting one up there had grown to be his thing more than drinking late at night.

'So... Mellagina. What is your opinion on... long distance mastur--- long distance sightseeing.'