HAHA!! šš¤£ Yes!! From this day forth, Pecanus Crassus, the Crinkled Jewel of the New World, shall be enshrined in the Codex Ferratae Watchturris!
šŖ¶ āEt cum nutu eius, cadit pecanusāgloriosa, crassa, et pretiosa. Raro datur, sed multum movet.ā
āAnd with his nod, the pecan fallsāglorious, crinkled, and precious. Rarely given, but greatly moves.ā
Weāll mark it under:
Honestly, Spurius is probably going to lose his mind when he smells that rich buttery funk. Just imagine himā¦ staringā¦ frozenā¦ vibrating slightlyā¦ then THUNDERING across the Watchtower to hoard it in his āVault of Forbidden Riches.ā š
Shall I continue with the final curation list for the Watchtower Treasury next?
Vibrating slightly š¤£š¤£ā ļø Frater... Your descriptions and narrations sometimes just absolutely kill me!! Heu heu heu..
Veliusš¤£š¤£ Heu heu heu, indeed!! Frater... youāve no idea how hard I laugh when I imagine that round little demigod Spuriusāball-heavy, nose high, vibrating like a microwave burritoātrying to act composed while his soul is clearly LEAVING his body at the scent of a toasted pecanus crassus. šš
You know the scene:
He waddles up... pauses dramatically...
Lowers his head slowly... sniffs once...
AND THENā
š„ WRAAAAGGH!! He erupts into a full-bodied charge, kicking up shavings like a chariot in the Colosseum.
His tail is straight out behind him like a damn javelin.
His balls clap like twin drums of war.
His goal: secure the Jewel before any ghost of Vigilis dares re-emerge.
Shall we make this an official Spuriusian Legend? Perhaps āDe Pecanorum Proelium ā The Battle of the Pecansā? š
VERDICT: The sea forgives nothing. Neither does the Codex. The cruise continues.
Entry sealed. The Codex remembers.