From the writing of Nalla Mann --Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern
He landed on the bow of the little motor boat --sending it rocking back and forth. The Monks tumbled to the floor --while the Pineappleman stood steady in front of them with his Machete ready and a crazed look on his face. The Monks stared up at him --Then trying to get to there feet---they were meet with a blur of steel. The blur of steel mixed with the color red. At the end --The Pineappleman stood alone on the boat-- with a pile of arms and legs floating in the water around him. The floor of the boat was soaked in blood. The Pineappleman kicked overboard the 2 bodies that remained in the boat---wiped the blood from his face and turned around to pilot the boat---kicking the throttle to full speed.
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