Turf Acts Like A Monkey
Turf began stacking rocks in the scale trying to get
it to balance. His success was not any. The scale looked about
balanced soon after Turf filled it with rocks and took his Goldoon
back. "Is it open?" shouted Turf.
"It's not opened," screamed Dade.
"Use your stupid Goldoons already, you cheap
bastards!" blasted the voice. "I want my artifact already!
I mean, the Land Pirates are waiting! I mean, the Cyclops!"
"No!" yelled Turf.
"You tell him, Turf!" encouraged Dade
holding tightly to his sack full of Goldoons.
"Hey voice! If you're so clever, why don't you
open it?" reverse psychologied Harry.
"What is that voice talking about?" Turf
provided as an example of his stupidity.
"Pirates!" screamed Corky in his outside
"Yeah, neat," ass-scratched Turf.
"Turf, get some Goldoons from the non-moving
guys!" inspired Dade.
"Hero, sometimes we must sacrifice a little now
to get more later," wisely saged Harry because he was smart.
"Hey, I gave him my Goldoon and nothing
happened," berated Turf.
"You really should let that smart guy lead the
group, dumb-dumb Hero," antagonized the voice.
"Don't call the hero dumb. He's just young. He
will learn," butt-kissed Harry. "We need to put all of our
71. Who Has Goldoons?
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