Fine Fine here you go...
Make sure that you haven't eaten recently, cuz you may lose your lunch.
Cutler Bucket
"GRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Everyone turned to look at Britney. His face was as red as an apple, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was grinding his teeth so hard that George thought they may break. He was steaming with anger! No, not metaphorically! His head was starting to light on fire! BOOM!
"FLAGALGALAGALAGALAGA!!!" he screamed running around.
The Navy looked around, confused. Finally, one of them aimed his gun at the strange thing running around in circles. He took aim, and fired! The bullet hit Britney in the knee that he was known for. He dropped on the ground, still screaming and squirming.
"Uhh.... run?" Anton said.
"Where to?!" Banana screamed. By now, the Navy had recovered their wits and were pointing their guns back at the group now.
"I dunno..." Brandy said. "Maybe *hic*... ok I dunno..."
"I knowz what to do!" George said. The Navy by now were aiming their guns directly at the group, and would be firing in a few seconds.
George grabbed the burrito, and said. "With the power of the Lost Burrito, I will destroy you all!" Then George at the fake burrito.
"YOU IDIOT!" Britney screamed from the ground.
"Its a fake you fool!" Anton yelled. "I just said that!"
"Oh...
" George said, before vomiting uncontrollably on the ground. The burrito was poisoned! He turned and started throwing up all over Brandy.
"Ohh... *hic*," he muttered. "I just bought these *hic* clothes..."
Then they heard a Naval marksman give his orders.
"Ready! Take Aim! And---"
"HALT!" a voice said.
Everything was silent now, except for Britney screaming on the ground in insanity and agony and the sounds of George throwing up. A man walked into the room. He was dressed in black and gold, with a sword strapped to his side. He must have been from the East India Trading Company. He had blond curls in his hair, and was quite short.
"My name is Cutler Beckett," the man said.
"Cutler *hic* Beckett!" Brandy cried out. "Don't you have good *hic* rum?"
"None to spare for a drunk man such as yourself," Beckett said firmly. He spoke with a british accent, much like Britney did... before he went insane.
George paused from throwing up for a moment to look up at Beckett. Beckett looked at George with disgust. George's mouth was covered with barf and he looked awful.
"Cutler Bucket..." George said with awe. His tiny noob brain wasn't good with names, as you learned earlier from him naming his crewmates. "I've been throwing up pretty bad... and you bring me a bucket! I can't thankz you enough navy pplz!
"
"Wait, what?!" Beckett said in shock. Before he knew it, George was on top of him, vomiting all over him. "GET OFF OF ME YOU FOOL!"
"George likez bucket!
" George said happily while throwing up.
"George!" Banana screamed. "Thats disgusting!"
"Get off of him noob!" Anton ordered. "He's one of the most powerful men in the Caribbean, and your
VOMITING on him!"
George finished this cycle of vomit, and stood up, wiping his mouth on Beckett's sleeve. "I ist sowwy Mr. Bucket Man."
Beckett stood up, traumatized and covered with half digested food. He staggered while he stood, but managed to speak.
"Throw these fools into the prison at the top of this fort! In three days we shall hang them!" After saying this, he slipped in a pool of vomit. He looked up, his face covered in vomit, and said. "And put the lady bug in a jar!"
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT GEORGE!" Britney screamed as the Navy dragged the group away, into the keep at the top of Kingshead. On the way they passed a bucket, laying on the ground.
"Help me!!" George called to the bucket, but the Navy dragged him past the inanimate object. George was starting to get mixed up between buckets and people now.
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Forgive me if you lost your lunch while reading that.