*takes a last sip of tea*
I've always been of the mind that it is pointless to be strong as an ox if ye finish as fast as one too. Poor creatures. Too much fermented vegetation in their diets.
That's how I lost my eye. I drank too much got-rut one evening and fired a shot without aiming. Now I always take the time to oil the barrel carefully, breath deeply, become one with the target, then fire.
—Captain the Reverend Lord C.S. Rowan, Lord of Glencoe, Minister of Pastafarianism, Gentleman Pirate
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