"So here's the thing: We are approaching the annual Pirates and Booty Regatta. You can probably guess the idea given that DKM is involved."
Captain Morgan drew herself up to stand with proud, naval discipline.
"I am the Captain of the majestic S.S. Cockpit. I didn't pick the name. And it is more of a raft with oars than a real sailing ship...
Anyway! The day after tomorrow she and a number of other vessels belonging to various sororities will sail through pirate infested waters, our sorority banner waving proudly in the breeze, armed with nothing but our bikinis and our wits. And paintball guns. If we shoot the pirates they are 'out' and have to abandon pursuit. And, when we successfully escape the pirate infested waters we will be rewarded with free drinks and pride. Not to mention lots of blue-balled bros.
But, should the unthinkable happen and the graceful Cockpit be captured by our enemy, we will be collared and conquered. Worse still, our proud banner will be displayed as a trophy at the DKM house so that all will know what happened. My crew is small, and I fear that as we are we will stand little chance of victory.
So I ask you: Will you enlist?"
The Tequila responded "Aye Aye, Captain" in 4 unified voices.
"Fuck DKM!" The 5 girls cheered as they took another shot.
After a brief pause, including several confused looks, they again shouted inunison
"Figuratively but hopefully not literally!"
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