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Battle for the Dung Part 12 The dancing and singing of the strange under-developed Neopets and pirates lasted throughout the evening into the night, ending with a grand feast created between both parties. The strange Neopets (who through the festivities were found to be called "Tyrannians", due to living in Tyrannia), supplied the meal with strange and exotic foods while the pirates supplied the grog. Much merryment was had with all present...save for one Scorchio, who still had many wounds from the battle earlier that day. "How did you manage to become a pirate after I left you in the ocean?" Crim asked the Pirate Scorchio next to him, who was none other than Doirn. "Simple luck really," laughed Doirn as he drank his grog merrily. "It seems Pirates are always on the lookout for orphans holding onto driftwood in the middle of the ocean, due to the fact they are all orphans themselves. I played along with their desire to help the orphans of the world, and have been accepted as one of them." "Really? Then how about I mention you are a prince of royal decent, and not an orphan at all?" "I doubt that will work, because I think they already know. They had a few problems in the past just like that, and can see through my bluff. However, I managed to convince them there was treasure beyond their wildest imagination in this land. It was merely a matter of stirring their imaginations and acting like a pirate to convince them." "You promised them a share of the Dung?" said Crim in disbelief. "There are literally hundreds of pirates here. There will be nothing left." "Don't be silly," said Doirn happily, slapping Crim on the shoulder, who winced in pain. "There is plently of Dung here for everyone. Can't you smell it? It's all around us, and the stench is thicker than a Turtum's shell." Crim grumbled all the same, and Doirn smiled as he lead him into the heart of the party. "Why don't you relax, Crim? You've hardly had a chance to enjoy this occasion, and the meal is almost over. The Tyrannians are good company once you get over the language barrier." "They all sound the same to me," grumbled Crim. "And I doubt you or the pirates are having much progress understanding them either." "It's funny that you mention it, actually. I saw the pirate caption speaking with an elder, and all I could hear was ARRR and Ugga Ugga. They seemed to be doing quite well." While Doirn laughed at the oddities around him, Crim took a flask of grog and kept to himself, planning for some way to come back out on top. The odds were against him and higher than ever, and if Doirn had his way, it looked like he wouldn't be getting any of the Dung from the rowdy rabble around him. Past Funfillers Battle for the Dung Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 Important Science Fact Snot Other Dance Party! | Revenge of the Impatient Ones