Yarrrgh! Muss be fish head stoo pysinin'! Wye else wood 'e stumble into Portsmouth, hattemptin t'hinsult us wif naymes loike "relfectors"? *RELFECTORS* ?!?!?
Oi sais, mayke 'im walk thee plank, an 'e can ponder hat length on whevver 'e be hack shoely hex spear yentsin' thee broiny deepe, oar if hit jest seemes loike e's awl wette.
DIE SPAMMERS DIE
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin