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Buckle me bloomin' deck shorts, it's Captain Muddy's annual pirate day. All cannon fodder on deck. Rum up the yard irons and cast off, all anchors down and full speed ahead, Monkey's in space why I never heard of such a thing. Call in the PETA patrol, roll out the graham crackers and top off the brine barrels, we've dashed ashore, mateys!
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