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Ermin Mellville wrote:Calle me Roodolf. Sum yeares ago -- nivver moind 'ow long presoisly -- 'avin' littel oar no cronans in me purse, an nuffink parrrtick-yule-oar t' hintress me onna t'underrra, oi finks oi wood fly habowt a littel an see thee warrrmer parrrt ov thee werlde. Hit be a way oi has ov pullin' thee slay, an sir-come-navvie-gate-inn. Wenivver oi finds meself growin' grimme habowt thee mouf; wenivver hit be a cold, snowy Decembrrrr in me sole; wenivver oi finds meself inn-fallin-tarely pawsin' afore toye ware'ouses, an' bringin' hup thee frunt ov ivvery de-livery oi mayke; an' hespeshully wenivver me nose so commences t'glowin', that hit re-choirs a strong morrel prince sip pull t' purvent me frum delibrutly steppin' hinto thee streete, an' mefodickly nockin' people's jyint 'ats orf -- then, oi hack counts hit 'oigh toime t' get inter thee hair as soon as oi canne. This be me sub-stiff-toot fer hay an' stall. Wif a fellow-soffickle fleurish Danderrr an Blitzinn frows 'emelfs hupon thee trayces; oi kwietly take t' thee Skye. There be nuffink siproising inn this. If they but newe hit, halmos' awl rain deares, sum toime oar t'uvver, cherish very neerly thee sayme feelin's twarrrds thee skye wiv me.
Detective TurtleHolmes wrote:Ye'd bittir look out, Bart. Oi hear Sandy's got himself a sharpined hook this toime, not wun o' those wuns wit' corks onna end.
black bart wrote:Arrrgh...we be all good umble pirates round these ere parts...nery a visit to Madame Fifi's amongst us...
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