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The newly Born-Again Fatkin wanders aimlessly in search of the word of God, and unfortunately ends up on the deck of One-Eyed Gorbelly's ship
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| Arrgh. Avast there, motherfucker. Get your fat landlubberin ass off my poop deck. | |
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| [Chat] Fatkin: OH SORREEZ I DIDNT MEAN TO INTRUDE PEACE BE TO THEE MY BROTHER | |
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One-Eyed Gorbelly is none too pleased by the presence of Fatkin.
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| Arrgh. Are you giving me lip, you swarthy gutbellied blaggard? You goatish fat-kidneyed nut-hook? | |
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| [Chat] Fatkin: UMM NO SIR ID DNT MEEN N E THING BY THAT PLZ DONT HURT ME | |
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And so comes to an abrupt end the life of our good friend Fatkin.
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| Arrgh. Off the fucking plank with your fat ass. Mayhaps the sharks can make a good meal or two out of ye. | |
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| I can feel my arteries clogging already. | |
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