\/\/\/\/hat in Her Imperious Condescension’s Armoire did ye just bark at me, ye scur\/\/y bilgerat? I’ll ha\/\/e ye kno\/\/\/\/ I be the meanest Orphaner this side o' port, and I’\/\/e led numerous raids on lo\/\/\/\/blood lusii, and assassinated a thousand suitors. I be trained in hit-and-run orphaning and be the deadliest \/\/\/\/ith a riflekind of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ s\/\/\/\/ag. I’ll ha\/\/e yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like ne\/\/er been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your ne\/\/\/\/fangled computing de\/\/ice? Think t\/\/\/\/ice on that, scally\/\/\/\/ag. As \/\/\/\/e parley I be contacting my secret net\/\/\/\/ork o’ sailors across the sea and yer port is being tracked right no\/\/\/\/ so ye better prepare for the typhoon, \/\/\/\/ee\/\/il. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll \/\/\/\/ipe ye off the map. Ye’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail any\/\/\/\/here, in any \/\/\/\/aters, and can kill ye in o’er se\/\/en hundred \/\/\/\/ays, and that be just \/\/\/\/ith me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line \/\/\/\/ith a cutlass, but I ha\/\/e an entire mariner fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to \/\/\/\/ipe yer arse off o’ the \/\/\/\/orld, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to kno\/\/\/\/ \/\/\/\/hat de\/\/ilish \/\/\/\/rath your jibe \/\/\/\/as about to incur, ye might ha\/\/e belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and no\/\/\/\/ ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll shit fury all o\/\/er ye and ye’ll dro\/\/\/\/n in the depths o’ it. Ye'r G'l'bgolyb food no\/\/\/\/. #poetry #nsf\/\/\/\/\/\/ #noticemeempress #funny #minionmemes
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