The Sober Mind Wanders

As the day turns to night I make my way through the murky swamp land in hopes to find some trace of Mr. Sea Pony.  My ninja senses have already informed me that 3 Eyed Dynamite eater and Cyclone Charley are behind his disappearance.  As my travels progress, and I can’t help but analyze my experience with contrast to the underground rail road, only I’m not black, have never been a slave, and I don’t have the entire southern united states trying to kill me.  I guess that wouldn’t be a fair anayzation due to the lack of relevance my satiation has with that period of time.  At any rate i mustn’t allow my mind to wonder off. As i progress in my hunt for the No Do Gooders, I make my way across the Mississippi boarder into Louisiana when I am stopped by a rather large alligator he asks me of my travels and why I am trespassing on his swamp.  My lack of sleep and my uncontrollable bi polar mood swings over power me as i remove my triple switch ninja star from my fanny pack and decapitate the swamp monster with one flick of the wrist.  I realize my 6 blade dragon dagger could use a little sprucing up so I skinned the swamp monster with hope to make an alligator handle.  As the humid night turns to early morning I notice a vulture circling above eyeing my alligator that I have dragging behind me tied to my sancho with the small intestines of the creature.  The vulture thinks lunch, I think no way!  As the rat picker slowly descends upon me and my prized goods, I realize this is no ordinary vulture tis Cyclone Charley menacing side kick Blade Food Hordro.  Knowing that with one squeeze of his sword like claws he could slice a cow in half, I duck under a tall willow tree for temporary safety.  As I frantically look through my fanny pack and sancho for the best weapon to defeat the enemy I realize I can’t go it alone. . .