I'm Greenbeard, a local common honest merchantman. Me an' the lads have got togever and organised a care group.

We do shopping for old ladies an supply 'em wiv there annual supply of sherry an that.

I'm an altogether nice fella, and should be invited round for tea an' biccies wiv the local parish.

I aint a pirate. The pegleg is synthetic and the parrot is my aunt's.

If I've fired on you, well all I can say is that some old ladies don't have a sense of humour and you must of kicked a football through their hydrofarm or sunnit, as they've obviously asked us to give you a bit of a kickin'.

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2008.12.05 16:08
You scurvy whoreson of a gas giant. I just got out of porridge to find you've left me in charge of your bridge club. Let me know if you're dead so I can p*ss on your grave.

Seismic Stan
CEO of Greenbeard's Freebooters