Back in the olden days a stranger came to town known as "Bucko the Walrus". He had a bounty of 200 tunas on his head dead or alive, he came to town looking for more trouble and the finest penguin harlots in the local saloon. That's where he made a mistake walking into my territory because *I* was there. Seeing my noot cannons and my boots made out of skua feathers and my hat made from killer whale leather, he challenged me to a stand off on the spot. As the people of the town gathered around to see what was gonna happen, The nootster said this, "Yippie Kay Noot Noot Buckeroo" and BANG goes his noot cannon. Bucko the Walrus lies flat on the snowy ground dead without a whimper. That's the legend of Pengu McNootus
