"I've found us a new place to live. We're never coming back."
"What will we do for a living?"
"We will live off the sea - we shall become pirates. I've already got the cussin' down, you'll need to lose a limb in a tragic jib accident, and I can poke one of your eyes out when you get home."
"Please seek some help. Not a lot, just some."
"Is that a no to the eye-poking? I sort of need to know if I should abandon the chair leg I've begun whittling into an eye-harpoon."
"I'm not coming home from work tonight."
"Whatever. It'll give me some time to practice my jabbin'"
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