"Everyone up!! Time for daily training!!"
I was knocked into my senses, I knew what he was going to ask me to do for him.
"Yes? Skipper?"
"Daily training!! Topside, NOW!!" yelled Skipper, opening the fishbowl entrance.
"Aye aye Skippah!!" yelled Private, waking up, and running sub-consciously up the ladder to the superiore, in alto of the HQ.
Rico soon followed, shaking himself awake and sprinting right after Private.
"K'Walski?" asked Skipper.
Silence, nothing but me waking up and scratching my head.
"Kowalski!!"
Nothing, the air was still, and silent.
"He's probably in his lab, I think he had a little "Sleepless Chapter" up into the night," I said, heading topside for my own exercises: Back home I would wake up at this same time to stand on the superiore, in alto pinnacle of my capital and exercise.
"Somedays he just really gets into my head, giving me banging migraines..." sighed Skipper, heading to the lab to find Kowalski sitting in a chair, he was slumped on his scrivania, reception sleeping, apparently he was studying solar flares and trying to replicate them for alternative energy reasons, but fell asleep not to far into his notes.
"K'WALSKI!!" barked Skipper.
The monumental proportioned pinguino soon sprung awake, falling out of his chair in panic and goofily smiled, chuckling nervously.
"Heh.... Morning... Skipper...." he chuckled.
"IT'S TIME FOR TRAINING!! Topside, GO!!" yelled Skipper.
Kowalski soon ran up to the superiore, in alto of the HQ as well, awaiting further instructions.
I soon shrugged as Skipper slapped his flipper over his face disapprovingly.
"Eh, they're just tired, I understand that," I said, heading topside as well.
"Richard, why are te joining us in training?" asked Private.
"I'm not, I've just come to watch te for now, mostra me what you've got!!" I detto excitedly.
"Alright Richard, I've set these Bowling Pins, which we will use in our scenario as ninjas, now watch our scenario," detto Skipper.
I'm laughing to death. Bowling pins? How weak!! My own soldiers train with titanium weights and actually mince each other in training!!
"Alright men, on my mark..... GO!!!" yelled Skipper.
They soon got into position, and I later watched them: Private threw a few kicks, knocking over a few bowling pins, Rico pulled out a bamboo stick, swinging it strategically around at the "Lead Ninjas" which were just bowling pins with arancia, arancio paint on the tops of them, while Skipper and Kowalski were working together, Kowalski holding Skipper as he kicked each pin in a wide circle, then ended it with a smile on their faces.
Skipper was panting exhaustedly, wiping his brow and walking towards me. "Was that an exercise o what?" he smiled.
I clapped slowly and sarcastically, then smiled to the corners.
"Ah, not to be rude, but my morning exercises are far più brutal than this festive display is," I said.
"Alright then, mostra us what te can do Rich," detto Skipper, handing me the bamboo stick.
I then paused, taking time to concentrate, then took out a blindfold, I then held the bamboo stick like a staff, then sharpened it with a small pocket coltello I had, then clipped a 30 pound weight to it, I then picked up each pin, then, after setting them up, I took one wide angled swing at them.
Not a single pin fell over, but I still knew my plan of action, I'll wipe that smug look on Skipper's face.
"Hah!! Guess te aren't the best at this exercise eithe-"
Skipper was soon interrupted da the "head" of each pin falling off, the sharpened bamboo had done it's job, and I had done mine using solely wit, and logic, and not brute strength like theirs, the weight was there for looks, but also to balance out the bamboo stick so that it wouldn't fall over while I used it.
"Hmmm.... Didn't think so Skipper," I smiled, then set the stick down.
"I can do this!! It's easy from the looks," detto Skipper, reaching for the stick.
"Nope, te carve a sharp end yourself," I said, pulling out a secondo stick, then handed him the pocket knife.
He soon chiseled away at it, but I saw that it did not look like it was sharpening, più like it was ripping off chunks of bamboo, and then scratched to a single point. He then put the weight on it, then fell over, landing on the ground with s thud. 30 pounds isn't that heavy, unless you're using it as a counterweight for a crappy weapon. He soon attempted the same moves as me, but fell over after one swing, missing 3 pins, and only knocking down 2 in that swing. Neither did any heads fall off: Typical, it wasn't sharp enough of course.
"That exercise is totally rigged Rich!!"
"No, it's just not as easy as it looks, first off, te didn't concentrate, second, te sharpened the bamboo stick the same way I'd sharpen a rock to use it as a tool, and lastly, te didn't get in the right angle in your feet to counter balance the counter balance!!" I chuckled, taking the stick.
"Ooh!! Can te teach me that trick Richard?" asked Private excitedly.
SMACK!! I knew that Skipper's jealousy was getting to his head with that slap to Private's face. Poor Private, he's just excited and eager is all.
"I think it would be appropriate to learn that trick at least, if we do, it could be a great advantage to our uses, I suggest we utilize his abilities to cover us in times of panic," detto Kowalski.
"Hmmm..... Fine, we'll learn that one, but he has to be sure to monitor us closely as we practice his moves, that way he can tell us if we're doing them right," detto Skipper.
I smiled. Monitor? Heheh, I'll tell Skipper he's doing it wrong just to ruffle his feathers a lot.
"Done, in fact, I'll mostra te a few other moves I have, bring me Private, Rico, and you," I shook Skipper's flipper.
"Alright Richard, mostra us as much as te can do in 2 minutes," detto Kowalski, getting a stopwatch, then setting it timed.
"I'm ready," I soon began to stretch, then popped my shoulders, allowing my flippers to be più flexible.
"Aaaand.... GO!!" yelled Skipper, getting into a fighting stance.
The time soon started, and I picked up the bamboo stick, swinging it in a wide cerchio upwards, then heard a click, hearing Private approaching me. I soon responded da grabbing the stick, and swinging it under his feet, although he jumped up and missed, I soon struck him in the head from above, knocking him out cold, I heard Skipper coming up from behind as well, then I pumped the stick, as if it was a shotgun, then aimed at Skipper "shooting" him, then when he didn't recognize it, I twirled the stick, then swung it at his head, I then waited for him to go unconscious, and once he did, I thrust the stick, being careful to not ACTUALLY kill him, but poke his stomach as if the tip of the bamboo stick was a bayonet. I then saw Rico charge up, about to throw a grenade me, I soon caught it, stomping on it, I soon heard the small "dink" sound, and I bent over, pulling the superiore, in alto off the grenade, I then spat into the inside and threw it back at Rico. He soon looked alarmed as he caught it, then threw it into the water, I then knocked the pole onto his side, making him puke up a laser gun. I picked it up and smiled, then took it as if about to shoot Kowalski.
"Wait!! Time out!!" yelled Kowalski in panic.
"Relax, this is just a scenario of what would've happened if te guys DID try to attack Antarctica on your own, except, multiply me, times 8 million soldiers defending their land, quite impressive isn't it?" I then helped Rico up, handing him the laser gun back, he gave me a high-five, then swallowed it back down in approval.
"Galwra Flragah!!" he muttered, sticking his tongue out the side of his beak.
"Thanks, Private, Skipper, te both alright?"
"We're fine, but te knocked the wind out of me!!" yelled Skipper.
"That's the point, that jab motion I did last was to ensure that your opponent IS dead, no doubt about it, but te guys took it well, much better than my beginner soldiers in training, te all have the potential,"
"Now, can te possibly teach us those moves please?" asked Kowalski.
"Of course, now, let's begin..."
I was knocked into my senses, I knew what he was going to ask me to do for him.
"Yes? Skipper?"
"Daily training!! Topside, NOW!!" yelled Skipper, opening the fishbowl entrance.
"Aye aye Skippah!!" yelled Private, waking up, and running sub-consciously up the ladder to the superiore, in alto of the HQ.
Rico soon followed, shaking himself awake and sprinting right after Private.
"K'Walski?" asked Skipper.
Silence, nothing but me waking up and scratching my head.
"Kowalski!!"
Nothing, the air was still, and silent.
"He's probably in his lab, I think he had a little "Sleepless Chapter" up into the night," I said, heading topside for my own exercises: Back home I would wake up at this same time to stand on the superiore, in alto pinnacle of my capital and exercise.
"Somedays he just really gets into my head, giving me banging migraines..." sighed Skipper, heading to the lab to find Kowalski sitting in a chair, he was slumped on his scrivania, reception sleeping, apparently he was studying solar flares and trying to replicate them for alternative energy reasons, but fell asleep not to far into his notes.
"K'WALSKI!!" barked Skipper.
The monumental proportioned pinguino soon sprung awake, falling out of his chair in panic and goofily smiled, chuckling nervously.
"Heh.... Morning... Skipper...." he chuckled.
"IT'S TIME FOR TRAINING!! Topside, GO!!" yelled Skipper.
Kowalski soon ran up to the superiore, in alto of the HQ as well, awaiting further instructions.
I soon shrugged as Skipper slapped his flipper over his face disapprovingly.
"Eh, they're just tired, I understand that," I said, heading topside as well.
"Richard, why are te joining us in training?" asked Private.
"I'm not, I've just come to watch te for now, mostra me what you've got!!" I detto excitedly.
"Alright Richard, I've set these Bowling Pins, which we will use in our scenario as ninjas, now watch our scenario," detto Skipper.
I'm laughing to death. Bowling pins? How weak!! My own soldiers train with titanium weights and actually mince each other in training!!
"Alright men, on my mark..... GO!!!" yelled Skipper.
They soon got into position, and I later watched them: Private threw a few kicks, knocking over a few bowling pins, Rico pulled out a bamboo stick, swinging it strategically around at the "Lead Ninjas" which were just bowling pins with arancia, arancio paint on the tops of them, while Skipper and Kowalski were working together, Kowalski holding Skipper as he kicked each pin in a wide circle, then ended it with a smile on their faces.
Skipper was panting exhaustedly, wiping his brow and walking towards me. "Was that an exercise o what?" he smiled.
I clapped slowly and sarcastically, then smiled to the corners.
"Ah, not to be rude, but my morning exercises are far più brutal than this festive display is," I said.
"Alright then, mostra us what te can do Rich," detto Skipper, handing me the bamboo stick.
I then paused, taking time to concentrate, then took out a blindfold, I then held the bamboo stick like a staff, then sharpened it with a small pocket coltello I had, then clipped a 30 pound weight to it, I then picked up each pin, then, after setting them up, I took one wide angled swing at them.
Not a single pin fell over, but I still knew my plan of action, I'll wipe that smug look on Skipper's face.
"Hah!! Guess te aren't the best at this exercise eithe-"
Skipper was soon interrupted da the "head" of each pin falling off, the sharpened bamboo had done it's job, and I had done mine using solely wit, and logic, and not brute strength like theirs, the weight was there for looks, but also to balance out the bamboo stick so that it wouldn't fall over while I used it.
"Hmmm.... Didn't think so Skipper," I smiled, then set the stick down.
"I can do this!! It's easy from the looks," detto Skipper, reaching for the stick.
"Nope, te carve a sharp end yourself," I said, pulling out a secondo stick, then handed him the pocket knife.
He soon chiseled away at it, but I saw that it did not look like it was sharpening, più like it was ripping off chunks of bamboo, and then scratched to a single point. He then put the weight on it, then fell over, landing on the ground with s thud. 30 pounds isn't that heavy, unless you're using it as a counterweight for a crappy weapon. He soon attempted the same moves as me, but fell over after one swing, missing 3 pins, and only knocking down 2 in that swing. Neither did any heads fall off: Typical, it wasn't sharp enough of course.
"That exercise is totally rigged Rich!!"
"No, it's just not as easy as it looks, first off, te didn't concentrate, second, te sharpened the bamboo stick the same way I'd sharpen a rock to use it as a tool, and lastly, te didn't get in the right angle in your feet to counter balance the counter balance!!" I chuckled, taking the stick.
"Ooh!! Can te teach me that trick Richard?" asked Private excitedly.
SMACK!! I knew that Skipper's jealousy was getting to his head with that slap to Private's face. Poor Private, he's just excited and eager is all.
"I think it would be appropriate to learn that trick at least, if we do, it could be a great advantage to our uses, I suggest we utilize his abilities to cover us in times of panic," detto Kowalski.
"Hmmm..... Fine, we'll learn that one, but he has to be sure to monitor us closely as we practice his moves, that way he can tell us if we're doing them right," detto Skipper.
I smiled. Monitor? Heheh, I'll tell Skipper he's doing it wrong just to ruffle his feathers a lot.
"Done, in fact, I'll mostra te a few other moves I have, bring me Private, Rico, and you," I shook Skipper's flipper.
"Alright Richard, mostra us as much as te can do in 2 minutes," detto Kowalski, getting a stopwatch, then setting it timed.
"I'm ready," I soon began to stretch, then popped my shoulders, allowing my flippers to be più flexible.
"Aaaand.... GO!!" yelled Skipper, getting into a fighting stance.
The time soon started, and I picked up the bamboo stick, swinging it in a wide cerchio upwards, then heard a click, hearing Private approaching me. I soon responded da grabbing the stick, and swinging it under his feet, although he jumped up and missed, I soon struck him in the head from above, knocking him out cold, I heard Skipper coming up from behind as well, then I pumped the stick, as if it was a shotgun, then aimed at Skipper "shooting" him, then when he didn't recognize it, I twirled the stick, then swung it at his head, I then waited for him to go unconscious, and once he did, I thrust the stick, being careful to not ACTUALLY kill him, but poke his stomach as if the tip of the bamboo stick was a bayonet. I then saw Rico charge up, about to throw a grenade me, I soon caught it, stomping on it, I soon heard the small "dink" sound, and I bent over, pulling the superiore, in alto off the grenade, I then spat into the inside and threw it back at Rico. He soon looked alarmed as he caught it, then threw it into the water, I then knocked the pole onto his side, making him puke up a laser gun. I picked it up and smiled, then took it as if about to shoot Kowalski.
"Wait!! Time out!!" yelled Kowalski in panic.
"Relax, this is just a scenario of what would've happened if te guys DID try to attack Antarctica on your own, except, multiply me, times 8 million soldiers defending their land, quite impressive isn't it?" I then helped Rico up, handing him the laser gun back, he gave me a high-five, then swallowed it back down in approval.
"Galwra Flragah!!" he muttered, sticking his tongue out the side of his beak.
"Thanks, Private, Skipper, te both alright?"
"We're fine, but te knocked the wind out of me!!" yelled Skipper.
"That's the point, that jab motion I did last was to ensure that your opponent IS dead, no doubt about it, but te guys took it well, much better than my beginner soldiers in training, te all have the potential,"
"Now, can te possibly teach us those moves please?" asked Kowalski.
"Of course, now, let's begin..."