And over the starboard bow I spied a spy, spying on this spy. I told the captain of the spy spying on the spy, and he had us turn the ship for the spy to make him stop his spying ways.
But the spying spy told his captain the very same, and no amount of pasta could unnerve you more than that moment. Knowing the spy tthat spied on this spy, was spying still and the ships were heading straight for each other.
This was it, chicken never seemed so serious.
But alas, it was the giant mirror of Gerfnim, and we hit that mirror. The other ship cracked and fell away. We were beginning to sink! We looked behind the mirror, and to our shock we see, the legendary land of milk, where everything is milk. We stayed there for a fortnight, and then we left.