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Listen you scurvy wretches my bottom set of gnashers are of the finest stainless steel manufactured by my own fair paw in the Harland and Bluff foundry and riveted along the gum line. These days my bite may not be as bad as my bark but nevertheless I can still give a very severe suck to any miscreant.
Mr V have no concerns as regards the gyro compass as I chucked it over the rail last night after stubbing my big toe on the ruddy thing. The compass repair wallah was fortunate to be AWOL as otherwise the whole assembly would have found its way into his stern gland.
One must confess to being somewhat surprised by the knowledge that ES is known to the FBI, I wasn't aware he knew any Feckin Big Indians as he is rather parochial in his geographical explorations. Sandy Row, Shankill Road and York Street being his usual limitations.
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Oul scabby knuckles 
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried
Anything God didn't create was made by engineers.
I try so hard to make things idiot proof but they keep making better idiots 
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