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Banned
There was a fireworks display or so it seemed. The music wafted out over the first tee in a pitch black night. Steaks and meatloaf were being served a new favorite combo plate for the president. Lobster is out and trump is pleading with Chris Christie toilet him have his loaf. The executive order complied with left Chris with 2 steaks, a salad and a potato. As he was about to chow down the sound of helicopters, lights and bull horns was defening. People rush in to first pile on top of the president and after 5 mins rush him out of the room.
Quick as he could he snagged back his meatloaf just in case. All of a sudden a young man dressed in white broke in and caused a commotion. It was Justin Bieber who was ***** as a skunk with 2 babes in tow. People in suits piled on top of him and his babes and soon rushed them away. By now Chris had meatloaf, 2 rib eyes, salad and potato. The crowd was thinning out so he ate in peace.
The movie was still showing and they were at dinner in the movie and the following was emanating over the scene:
Captain Bligh: [speaking to his officers during supper] You will all of you, no doubt, command your own ships someday. Let us suppose that your vessel is running in heavy seas. The shrouds are covered with ice. A gale is blowing. It becomes necessary, in your opinion, to order a seaman aloft. He realizes, of course, that if his fingers slip from the icy shrouds in a split second, he'll perish immediately. Now, this is a typical seaman, a half-witted, wife-beating, habitual drunkard. His whole life is spent evading and defying authority. Tell me, sir. What is it that makes this man go aloft?
Fletcher Christian: I think, depending on the man, sir, any number of reasons.
Captain Bligh: You can put it in one word. Fear. Fear of what you'll do to him. Fear of punishment so vivid in his mind that he fears it even more than sudden death.
It was his favorite movie and his attention was diverted once again to more commotion outside interrupting the movie:
Chris ordered some port and started to get sleepy as the movie droned on
Fletcher Christian: Would you care for a *****?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: No, thank you.
Fletcher Christian: [seeing that Ned doesn't leave] Well, what are you standing there for? Did you come here to watch my Adam's apple bob about while I *****?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: No, I'm thirsty.
Fletcher Christian: Well, take some water, then.
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: I couldn't. I couldn't get it down.
Fletcher Christian: [throwing the ladle angrily] ****** hell, you're a bore!
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: Is it a bore to want to help men whose lives are being torn out of them by a madman?
Fletcher Christian: Why don't you have the carpenter build you a cross, so you can drag about the ship and put ashes on your head? That would suit you, wouldn't it?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: I've known you all my life, but I've never really known you till this moment. You're just exactly what you seem to be. A supercilious poseur without the slightest trace of humanity or compassion.
Fletcher Christian: Are you quite finished with your impertinence?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: Not quite. One needn't look further for you character than the pomade in your hair.
Fletcher Christian: You'll close your arrogant mouth, Mr. Midshipman Young, or I'll have you on the rack. That's a promise and an order.
Quick as he could he snagged back his meatloaf just in case. All of a sudden a young man dressed in white broke in and caused a commotion. It was Justin Bieber who was ***** as a skunk with 2 babes in tow. People in suits piled on top of him and his babes and soon rushed them away. By now Chris had meatloaf, 2 rib eyes, salad and potato. The crowd was thinning out so he ate in peace.
The movie was still showing and they were at dinner in the movie and the following was emanating over the scene:
Captain Bligh: [speaking to his officers during supper] You will all of you, no doubt, command your own ships someday. Let us suppose that your vessel is running in heavy seas. The shrouds are covered with ice. A gale is blowing. It becomes necessary, in your opinion, to order a seaman aloft. He realizes, of course, that if his fingers slip from the icy shrouds in a split second, he'll perish immediately. Now, this is a typical seaman, a half-witted, wife-beating, habitual drunkard. His whole life is spent evading and defying authority. Tell me, sir. What is it that makes this man go aloft?
Fletcher Christian: I think, depending on the man, sir, any number of reasons.
Captain Bligh: You can put it in one word. Fear. Fear of what you'll do to him. Fear of punishment so vivid in his mind that he fears it even more than sudden death.
It was his favorite movie and his attention was diverted once again to more commotion outside interrupting the movie:
Chris ordered some port and started to get sleepy as the movie droned on
Fletcher Christian: Would you care for a *****?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: No, thank you.
Fletcher Christian: [seeing that Ned doesn't leave] Well, what are you standing there for? Did you come here to watch my Adam's apple bob about while I *****?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: No, I'm thirsty.
Fletcher Christian: Well, take some water, then.
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: I couldn't. I couldn't get it down.
Fletcher Christian: [throwing the ladle angrily] ****** hell, you're a bore!
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: Is it a bore to want to help men whose lives are being torn out of them by a madman?
Fletcher Christian: Why don't you have the carpenter build you a cross, so you can drag about the ship and put ashes on your head? That would suit you, wouldn't it?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: I've known you all my life, but I've never really known you till this moment. You're just exactly what you seem to be. A supercilious poseur without the slightest trace of humanity or compassion.
Fletcher Christian: Are you quite finished with your impertinence?
Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: Not quite. One needn't look further for you character than the pomade in your hair.
Fletcher Christian: You'll close your arrogant mouth, Mr. Midshipman Young, or I'll have you on the rack. That's a promise and an order.
