W shook me out o' me hammock before break o' day wi' a breakfast o' Cackle Fruit wi' Toasted Revenue Men an' a beaker o' Cow Juice, saying. 'Here be some grub fer t' slake yer hunger. Shake yer stumps, ye Scurvy Lubber!'
He continued, 'We've a busy day ahead o' Lootin' an' Pillagin', so make like a Sea Dog or meet the Cat o' Many Tails!'
Well, today do rightly be a big day in t' life o' an anteater, an' fer Pastafarians all o'er th' world, so I be a-thinkin' I shud enter int' th' spirit o' th' thing if only fer me Shipmate Wilson's sake – 'tis only one day o' the year, when all's said n' done.
'Twill seem like a mighty long day, tho, an' no mistake, so pass me a tot o' th' Malibu Grog, afore th' sun tops th' yardarm – an' put some ice an' one o' them tiny umbrellas in it while yer at it!
Belay there, me Jolly Buckos! Yarr!
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