Bold

My lord! you’re a tripod. a drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. but no one should be asked to handle this trip. it’s not the size mate, it’s how you use it. your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off.

your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. at this point, i’d set you up with a chimpanzee if it’d brought you back to the world! well, then, i confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out. you’re only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! you’re only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! pull my finger!

Well, then, i confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out. we’re not sheep!