Yarr!! 'ow dare ye summon me so frivolously! I'll 'ave ye walk the plank ye scurvy dawg! Now go suck a lemon!
Seriously, we be needin' the vitamin C out on the open ocean. Cap'n's orders, bilge rat!
Ye'd 'ave me walk da plank wouldja, ye dankish dismal-dreamin' dewberry? Oi eats lemons fer breakest! Tis a fact o'loif we be needin' it out dere, Oim just inna habbit is oall ye pribbling plume-plucked pignut!
Ye think sailin' the seven seas be tough? Troi sailin' the seven cosmos lad! Ye wouldn't imagine the challenges of sailin' in space, or uv troiyin' ta maintain a workout schedule in zero gravity!
Oi may be a pribblin' plume-plucked pignu', but at least Oi'm not sum Poseidon-darned bilge-swabbin' seabound nymph-bait!
Now if ye've 'ad yer fill takin' potshots at good ol' cap'n Emarcee, defender uv the Milky Way Galaxy, Oi'v got sum goo' ol' fashioned space-pilates ta catch up on. A bi' o' the ol' space pilates ne'er 'urt anyone...
Except Timmy. Lad 'asn't been the same e'er since 'e pulled 'is abdominal pectoris.
Ye'd 'ave me walk da plank wouldja, ye dankish dismal-dreamin' dewberry? Oi eats lemons fer breakest! Tis a fact o'loif we be needin' it out dere, Oim just inna habbit is oall ye pribbling plume-plucked pignut!
Ye think sailin' the seven seas be tough? Troi sailin' the seven cosmos lad! Ye wouldn't imagine the challenges of sailin' in space, or uv troiyin' ta maintain a workout schedule in zero gravity!
Oi may be a pribblin' plume-plucked pignu', but at least Oi'm not sum Poseidon-darned bilge-swabbin' seabound nymph-bait!
Now if ye've 'ad yer fill takin' potshots at good ol' cap'n Emarcee, defender uv the Milky Way Galaxy, Oi'v got sum goo' ol' fashioned space-pilates ta catch up on. A bi' o' the ol' space pilates ne'er 'urt anyone...
Except Timmy. Lad 'asn't been the same e'er since 'e pulled 'is abdominal pectoris.
Good fer nuthin' meteor-barnacle.
Aye, Ah do, doe Oi can't recall when Oi mentioned it... Wot oalls in dis sar-sapa-rilla? Oi couldn't tink of it messmate! oup dere among da stars? How'd oi git a wink o' sleep in dat koinda loit? Wot's at ye say? No graverty? So, if oi fell overboard oi'd just keep goin nowhere? Arharr, das not fer me matey.
Y'know es funny but Oi ain't seen a single nymph yit. Startin ta tink maybe dey loid inna advert...
Ah'll level with ye cap'n crunch, Oi ain't got da foggiest oidea wot pi-lates ayre.
An' das greek to me, too... Goatish gorbellied guts-grippin' gudgeon-giglet.
Boiling barnacles! Ah'm eleventy days late! An Ah 'ad a cake ready an everthin'...*eats a bit off a fork* Yerp, tis still good, here, everyone, have a piece.
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