Float on, cannon ball. Take your robot out for a swim
and run like my nose, prosthetic man.
"Ahoy, Captain! We're very near!"
"To land?" the captain asked incredulously.
"No, death," the crew replied gleefully.
"But I'm too young to dye!" the boy whispered fearfully to his barber.
"Alright then. Prepare to bleach," replied Floyd.
Floyd the Barber
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