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PIRATE BABBLIN'
Nine turns o' lunar
sailin' ace wit' me schooner
suckin' me pointer
plucked orf me decks 's'twere
me lingo sucks, yo'd concur?
Ahoy, me mateys. Me scrawlin' me be servin' anent th' mugshot o' th' wordy wench
Linda-Marie, th' sweetheart o' these 'ere waters. Go shakin' yo' ample booty, worthy
lass, 'n heed me pennin' wit' favor. Aye, aye, Cap'n. Arrrrgh!!!
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