How much would you have to drink to save your donkey from skyrates?*

*Skyrates are just like pirates, except they're in the sky.

Sir Broderick is a man on a mission—catch the low-down skyrates that stole his beloved donkey Assafrass.

Yes, Assafrass. Not a typo.

His biggest obstacle?

Himself. And the Royal Gourd, who are convinced that he is a skyrate.

To be fair, it's mainly Pamela that thinks that. But she's too busy drawing everyone naked to focus on anything else anyway.

Luckily, Sir Broderick has a couple of tricks up his sleeve, like the gender-swapping ways of spell-happy Dr. Krumbunculus and the brazen enthusiasm of his old school mate, Biscuit Pisser (don't ask about the name).

Know how much you'd have to drink yet?

Hey. I was going to ask that. And what's more, I really don't appreciate all these emboldened second person POV sentences you keep interrupting me with.

Stop breaking the fourth wall. You're ruining the reading experience.

Ruining the reading experience? Is that what I'm doing, eh, ruining the reading experience?

What do you think about breaking the fourth wall? Find out. Read now.

Don't be so bossy. Plus, I was going to tell the readers they ought to read now.

No you weren't, you were too busy droning on about plot points. By the way, read now.