Ninjas = the many. They scatter like seeds in the wind, each seed hiding behind a small pie. These are the grasses, the grasses from which wheat pie is made. (and it is once again the season for wheat pie).
Pirates = the consolidated crew, the shared party, the vast feast in tight quarters, the single pie with enough filling for every man-jack aboard this ship!
Avast, ye scurvy sea dogs, for it is pie sailing there off the starboard bow! Pie, ye lubbers! Pie! |