Avast ye lubbers, the Dread Pirate Sniktch be in the house. Ya'll get the cat`o'ninetails for swillin' bumbo in the perch, so keep me grog a-flowin'. Smartly, lass, aye, that's the rub.
Who else be qualified fer runnin' the ship, matey? The Rat Bastard, yers truly, that's who! An' I'll spit any cur through the gizzard wot tries t'disagree. An' ye'll fine me not so friendly if'n yer not steppin' faster wi' that grog