Pirate Pete: Yargh! Welcome aboard me ship, ye hearty! Come take a seat and I'll spin ye a yarn.
Castaway Clarance: We're not on a ship...and you're NOT a pirate. We're stranded on this god-forsaken island because you don't know how to steer a god-forsaken row boat.
Pirate Pete: Don't listen to me matey, he's gone bonkers in the head. Too many swigs of the ol' grog.
Castaway Clarance: I haven't had any "grog." In fact, I haven't had anything to drink for three days! THREE FREAKIN' DAYS! I'm so thirsty man...so...thirsty... *drops to knees*
Pirate Pete: Stand up ye lily-livered squiffy! Or I'll make ye walk the plank! *kicks*
Castaway Clarance: There's no god damn plank! *rubs eyes, lays on ground* I'm stuck on this island with an insane man who thinks he's a pirate...I'm doomed...
Pirate Pete: Good thinkin' matey! Time to hit the hay. *lays down, falls asleep*
Castaway Clarance: Ugh... *goes to sleep*
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