Bonjour, mes amis! Mais, look at ma arm; de cast is off! Dis steel
plate make ma arm heavy like a sack o' crawfish. Hey, I tink I might
use dat to ma advantage. Hey, I see dat Dead Man Walkin fella is
back. What he call himself now? Nebula? I ain't neva heard o' dat
word, but dat sound like sometin I ate dis weekend. I'm go answer yo
challenge Nebula. You say I gotta fear yo name? Mais, you make me
laugh so hard, I'm go bust a lung! You betta fear ma arm of steel,
Cher, cuz Sunday, I'm go knock you out colda den de gulf wata. Now,
fo everyone's enjoyment, I'm go leave you wit a story of two famous
Cajuns. Laissez les bon temps rouler!



Boudreaux an Thibodaux weren't havin any luck fishin. So when dey
saw a man whose boat was teemin wit fish, dey axed him his
secret. "Just head up dat inlet till de water's fresh," he said. So
dey started up de inlet. Afta a while Boudreaux said, "Thibodaux,
dip dat bucket over dah side of dah boat an tas' dah water to fin'
out wetter it's salty." "Yep," Thibodaux said, "It's salty." Afta a
few minutes, Boudreaux axed him to try it again. "Still salty,"
Thibodaux said. Dis continued all mornin until de pair had made deir
way up to de end of de inlet to a swamp. "Sheesh," Boudreaux
said, "Dere's almos' nowhere else ta' go, and dah water's still
salty." "I know," said Thibodaux, "and dah bucket's almost empty!"