Shiver me timbers you scurvy sons of sea dogs. Break out the topsails, run out the larboard cannons. Make ready grapplin' irons. Prepare to board...
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http://www.thomasscott.net/yarr/index.html Arghh! Take that you son of a seadog. Call that a post
Arrrrr....i be going Slash hack, your mothers could fight better tha' that. now ye scurvy dogs.
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Break out the rum.
