Story #53

The captain was in no mood. "Sir, perhaps you should see this for yourself." He grumbled as he rose from bed and walked out onto the deck. "It's the rounded part of our hull, sir." The captain leaned over the railing and immediately heard it. "Frosty," the hull cried, "Granular apostles in meat sauce playing hooky from tube socks in renegade popsicles!" The captain shrugged. "Shoot the fucker and get some sleep." The deckhand did as he was told and sunk the ship. The captain slept quite well for the rest of eternity.