Arr, Beating That Oxymoron of a Name Down.
Arr, that Lone Amigo’ll soon be the Scourge of the Seven Seas if I don’t put a stop to this.
So, I was shivering me timbers on the main deck, when I spotted The Lone Amigo surrounded entirely by what appeared t’ be landlubbers, as none o’ them had any Pirating Skill whatsoever! I figured e had been buggering the GPS out o’ them, so I needed to put a stop to that, arr. It was a good time t’ show that guilty scoundrel what happens when ye beats up on yer shipmates.
So, this time I buckled me swash, and I don’t like ‘aving t’ do this t’ The Lone Amigo, so much, but it was a good fight, and e barely escaped without injury.
