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| It's ye skellies of ancient lore! PUT UP YER DUKES! | |
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| Avast! Ye haven't the pieces of eight to challenge me. Come back later, kiddo. | |
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| HARR! You will succumb to my CLEAVER! | |
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| Shiver me timbers and shake me bones! This lubber has ousted me from my throne! | |
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