"Praytell whats this vessel sinking in my eggcreme?" Upon a closer look thy turkey neck gave way to spite the mysterious lump in question. However, roadraging hormones cracked off the crown jewels and with my taste of freedom I lept watch for pirates. Luckily, my skeleton key lies lubed up in your treasure chest to swarth in borrowed booty. Yar! 'Twas with a sheer stroke of genious i donned your blue beard and like a harpooned spermwhale, I lampoiled up and sunk to such depths that I rewrote Jules Verne.
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