in b 4 ~ from ~"Tales of the Golden Exmo" ~ Chapter 3 ~
The crew of the Golden Exmo bustled back and forth under the starlight preparing for battle.
Two anonymous unregistered crew members wearing gas masks stirred a bubbling pot with wooden paddles. Filled with the contents of www.exmormon.org, the mixture hissed and steamed even though no fire glowed beneath it.
Ancient Nephite pikes, swords and halberds were brought up from the hold, polished and then dipped in the mixture which ensured that even the slightest wound would be fatal.
Skunk Puppet felt the wind and watched the stars, ignoring the ship he shadowed. Despite his seeming indifference, the J.$.$. Morgannic drew nearer and nearer.
SusieQ#1 was seated on the deck. Her shoulders hunched over her laptop, her legs braced against the rise and fall of the gentle swells.
"SusieQ#1," asked Captain Steve Benson, "what are you doing?”
"I'm parodying some FAIR/FARMS correspondence," answered SusieQ#1. "It isn't easy. It already reads like a parody."
"Please put that light out, SusieQ#1!" said Moniker as she adjusted a bandoleer of buckshot. "We're only a league away. Do you want them to see us?"
SusieQ#1 powered down her laptop. What use were words when battle was near?
Under the bright stars the massive sails of the J.$.$. Morgannic shone whiter and whiter.