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Competition. A species has got to eat. Unfortunately, pirates and chefs eat the same food: small children.
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| Hey! Stop hogging up all the kids! We need to eat too! | |
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| Arrrgh, ye wee willy nipping twingleberry, those fun sized food bites are all ours! | |
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Luckily for the chefs, their adaptations (like having tasty food as bait) allowed them to outhunt the pirates.
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| We will show those dastardly pirates... Hey kid, want a salad? Just hop in the microwave please. | |
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The superior cannibalistic skills of the chefs lead to the devastation of the pirate populace. The scurvy dogs were no more.
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| Lol, you are really dead now. Didn't think you could get any more ex-stinky. | |
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| WOOOOOOOW. I hate being dead. I guess we should have adapted as a species in order to more efficiently compete with you guys. | |
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