Chappy, stick the granny's packs of gum so will you take the Sancho tortilla go home right said Ned commended the regaleous frumpiest bacoot.
Nah, just Teddy.
Well, it has been a marksnar since Teebo paid the supervisor.
You don't say?
Indeed. Rasp was what did 'im.
He goes back to Tiegue on a Sunday. I wish 'im luck I does.
Am I supposed to be writing this down?
YES! Why not you?
Okay, well, what was all that stuff you said in the beginning?
I don't know. I'm drunk.
I takes me orders from a drunk and I won't be having less. Lest I cut off your beard.
YOU WOULDN'T DARE YOU SMELLY SHRIMP!
Hey hey! No calling me shrimp now, drunken sir. Now continue what you were saying.
Where was I? Oh yes, I called ya a shrimp.
Aye. A shrimp. How many W's in the word?
None, if I recall.
And one of those.
One what sir?
One I in shrimp.
*gulps down the remainder of his mug*
Sir, would I be fetchin' you another ale?
No need, Shrimp.-
That shrimp business gain!
DON'T YOU BE INTERRUPTIN' ME! Where am I?
Sir, I told you before. We set sail about 7 hours ago. We're in the deeps.
SEVEN HOURS AGO? WHY AREN'T WE THERE YET! I'LL MURDER EVERY ASSHOLE ON THIS SHIP!
I'LL BE THE FIRST TO GO!
I think I've made a mistake.
*drops notepad and jumps off the side of the ship. Unfortunately he's eaten alive by sharks and what have you*
Man, I thought that guy would NEVER leave. Privacy, at last!
*has sex with an empty beer barrel where the spigot used to be*