By: Special Guest Pirate Parrot Polly
BAWK! Shiver me timbers! Have ye ever been around a bunch of salty sea dogs that ye got nothin’ in common with, but the urge to fill the creepy silence beckons?
So what do ye do? Engage in useless chatter, aye?
ARRR mateys, fer the price of one cracker, I’ll educate ye spineless jellyfish on how to talk when tharrr’s nothin to talk about.
Sesame seed preferred. Arr.
Lovely weather we’re having.
Avast! The sun lies on its belly across the sky, nary a desire to rise and scorch our hides or hide and chill our bones!
How’s about that local sports team?
Arrr matey! Did ye observe yon ridiculously paid mercenaries earn their gold by delivering a ball from one side of the deck to the other? And they call US pirates! YARRR!
How are you?
Arr. Why would you give the backside of a smelly barnacle? An inquiry into another’s feelings has no translation in the pirate’s tongue. ARRR.
Can I offer you a drink?
Ahoy matey! What manner of grog do ye wish to toss down ye nasty gullet to wash the horrid memories of your vile misdeeds from your odious soul?