Good day young man!
Please sir, hand me your treasure or I will be late for tea.
I say, chaps, bind this rapscallion to the yard arm and forthwith apply thirty brisk lashes to his back with a cat-o'-nine-tails or until such time as the flogging renders the miscreant unconscious.
How be your day goin' wenches and lads. me days be just fine, ye scurvy dogs.
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