And now and again the turkey will chime in. He is educated. He knows what sound he is to make, and it is correct. It’s not really ‘gobble gobble’ but I can’t spell it.
I was denied a peacock, and it sounds like that may have been a wise idea.
So, I have found another source for some back-up to the already top crack security team at the ‘chez Barnacle Estates.
Umpa Lumpa’s.
Yes! I am told these are exceptional little bad-ass’es, especially when fed a steady diet of meth.
I found a source for the Umpa Lumpa’s, but I am having a hard time with the meth. I am not too sure One Barrel rum will produce the desired results but that’s the first choice. Maybe One Barrel mixed with chocolate milk?
Fuck yea!
EDIT: I am beginning to re-think this. Do I really want a bunch of rum-drunk queer midgets running loose round here? Chocolate milk foam in the corners of their mouths. I would have to keep them caged. And would that be right? Fuck!
I received another video worthy of sharing. What a goofball!
Umpa Lumpa
Creepy midget that wears creepy makeup and sings creepy songs for its creepy candy masters. It is soulless, having long since lost its humanity and driven insane by a diet consisting entirely of sugar and occasionally innocent, abandoned children. In battle, usually traveling in packs, it is able to channel the glucose stored in its defiled body to become rage incarnate. Despite its appearance, it is ruthlessly efficient and incredibly difficult to kill.
"We're in some real pretty Umpa Lumpa shit now man... That's it man, game over man, game over!"
"What do you mean "THEY cut the power"? How could Umpa Lumpas cut the power, man? They're animals!"
"Look there's something moving in here and it ain't us! Reading's off the charts man! Umpa Lumpas all around us man! What the hell?"
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