Soupy Sales has died. Soupy was the mast. Soupy was my captain of humor. Soupy and I imaginatvely saled the seas of laughter. But then one day years ago, I joined the mutiny against Soupy, and he had to retire from the docks. Now the Soup has met his ship of fate, and the winds have ceased.
I think I'm hungry now. Little woman, is that Slavic soup of yours ready yet?
-Old Gargoyle
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Do you mean "sailed" or is there some obscure verb form of sale?
Nevermind. I see that it was a (rather sad) attempt at a pun.
A pun, dear reader, a pun
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