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// 16 Do what you want cause a pirate is free~ 
// Story: Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon] 
// by Eighth 
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	"Yarr-harr-harr," shouts the midnight terror from her room.
You've heard Moonie yelling in pirate talk for the past 10 minutes now. Curiosity finally gets the better of you, so you head down into the basement to see what she's doing. The moment you walk in the room, she looks up from the her spot in front on the washing machine with a newspaper hat and cardboard sword.
"Arr, Anon, glad yer here. Ye beenin' promoted to first mate."
"Why is the washing machine on?"
"The old first mate was back talking, so I had 'im walk the plank into a whirlpool. Yarr-harr-harr! You best behave unless ye want to follow in his pawsteps."
"You know, I think it's high time you had a wash too. You smell like you've been out on the high seas for years."
"No! Mutiny," she cries as you lift her up and carry to the bathroom.