"You know that portal of evil that sometimes brings monsters into the guest bedroom? It's right. Over. Grandpa's. Bed."
Moments later a little old lady with entirely black eyes and fangs fell out of the ceiling and started attacking Nicole. I yelled for grandpa and grabbed a pencil with which to stab her (hey, it's wooden. Sort of), but it wasn't working. Grandpa took the pencil, stabbed her, and she turned into a pile of posters of celebrities (there were lots of photos, but the ones I recognized were Spike from Buffy, Justin Timberlake, and Christina Aguilara). I proceeded to stab every human being on the posters, and they bled and fizzled away. I then wondered why I couldn't kill them, but my grandfather could. He said something about it being a metaphor for the real estate business, and wandered back to his study.
I don't pretend to understand how my brain works. Yeeeah.
Sadly, my only involvement with Talk Like a Pirate Day (that is, actual talking) was in Spanish. And there is a severe shortage of pirate vocabulary in the back of my Spanish textbook. Most of the first half of the day was studying for and attending classes, and the latter half was mainly sleep.
Next year will hopefully involve a costume. And I'll be making neron dress up as well. Even if I have to drug him and dress him while he sleeps. No easy task, that - have you ever tried to dress a sleeping person? It's like they have no bones.