Flying Mullet: Y'arr, ye days be numbered walrus lovers!
And your ships are numbered you son of the ugly pirate with my Penguin and Exocet anti-ship missiles!
Giggles: Psy is dead. Your master in command was slain! *whipcrack* You days of anarchy are about to begin!
Maybe I can deliver a MOAB right over your head.


 
			
			 
					
				 
			


 
 
					
				 
					
					
					
					
				 
			

 
					
				 
			 
			
 
					
				 
			 
						
 
			 
						
 
			
 
			
 
					
						 
			 
			 
			 
			

