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A sassy pirate encounters a saddened Bill...
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| Arg Matie, Be you a true sailor? | |
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| The ocean waves carry the thoughts of a thousand dreams, only to die... | |
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Disregarding Bill's dribble, the pirate continues...
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| But your belt marks the sign of a true pirate master! | |
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| Converge's musical efforts are becoming generic... blah blah blah... | |
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The pirate takes the final straw on the poop deck...
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| Shiver me timbers and blow me down! Show me your booty for a grand ass raping! | |
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| Do what you want, I'm just emo. | |
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