Aye reckon, but aye savived...
Healer, whats wrong? Ya furgets ta say somtin or did ther cat gets yur tongue.
*fetches barn cat*
Yrowr?
*a search of the cat's mouth, paws, and assorted extra extremities reveals no missing tongues*
Stools: It was Yoghurt!
Yoghurt: B*****! Breadhead! Hack! It was Crusty!
Crusty: *Snnnnrrrrt* Woooo yeah... WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! IT WAS KNISH! HIM AND... and... *gasp* thousands and thousands and thousands of rainbow-coloured laughing angel unicorns! Woah....
Knish: I'm Sidam Gnik!
(Altogether, in beautiful four-part harmony):
Guineveeere, had bristly red hair on her knuckles
Like youuuu, Mammy, like you....
*drops cat at CH's feet*
*wagwagwagwagwag*
Dang hippehs! Where's mah shotgun?
*looks at barn*
Yar!
*grabs pirate and drags to barn*
*continually attacks Grue with cutlass* Git yer scurvy jaws offa me ye mangy bilge rat!
He's a Hippeh!
*Crawls out of the barn* I be not dead yet.
*attempts to bury the pirate like the skull and crossbones he is*
Ayup
DAR! It be me Rum. Ye be keepin' yer scurvy mitts offa it!
Reckon', I guess.
*howls*
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It's the End Times I tell yeh! WingDing is speaking in Aklo! Iä Iä! Fetch the shoggoth grease! We'uns havin' us a Final Days wrasslin' match and barbecue! Thems' that lose at wrasslin' git to be the barbecue!
Ah pass mammy. My stomak ain't what it used ta be since my hooch went missin'.
Dang hippeh got the sheriff ta con-fi-scate my still. Now ayes gots to scrounge for new parts.
Dang! It's that big?
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Yew ain't using my soakin tub for no gin mill, yew drunkin' idjits.
Ah! But Mammy..,
*comes plodding back from the stock tank*
*shakes off all over SW, CH, and AZ*
Whut in tarntion! Grue! Howd ya git so wet?!
*Drinks rum from the bottle*
*Draws his cutlass* The moon be shinin' on yer kidney if ye be touchin' me rum, YAR.
What be ye thinkin', landlubber?
Iam thinkin' of loading me shotgun.