Toadfish Monastery

OK - pumpkin grogs fer everwun on Pieces' tabbe.

make moine a gallon wiv a pint o' Cap'n's Deloight fer a chaser...

Oi thot Oi smelled pumpkin grog somewherest!

An a round ov these as chasers...

Ah, 'tis the Benbow! Me ol' stomping ground! Did yez ever git th' stains outer th' rug?

Can Oi haz a barrel o' Capn's Deloight, a funnel and an alibi?

And would any of the luvverly wenches here present consent ter comforting an helephant with a hug or three an' a chance ter rest a weary head on capacious bosom?

Oi duzzint know if me bazooms arrrgh up ter yer standarrrds, Pachy, but as long as ye baint a REPUBLICAN  hellafunt, yer welcome t'sit next t'me... 



Barkeep: oi'll 'ave annuvver "Angry Orchard" wiv a cone-yak chaser. Fank yew.

Ye best look owt 'e dont flap 'is eers P09 !

Oi rekkon it be 'is nose wot yer need ter wotch owt fer...

Ta muchly, Peeces. T'would be an honour an' a pleasure ter snuggle up wif yer, ye is a proper wench ter sail the seven seas wif, an' no mistake.

And no, staunch Monarchist, me. Oi doesn't want ter be hung "By the Order of the People's Representatives", when the toime comes fer me shuffle off this mortal coil, Oi wants a proper ruler's signature on the bottom of the warrant...

Pachty!

Ahh, 'tis our Scandinavian Goddess! And in an affectionate mood, it would appear. 

How fares ye, Darli?

G'arrrgghhh! Oi heard someones was makin' out in the bar, here, but everyones gone, the blaggards. Oh well, Oi'll have a pint o' yer cheapest rum. What? Ya used it ter get the stain outta the rug? Hmmm, not bad.

(looking around to make sure no-one's here.)

This round's on me!

*raises head from under table*

Not gone, just havin' vertical control issues. S'easier when yer sittin' down. Just you step right over here, rum an' cuddles all round....

<Crawls out from under the table in the back corner of the bar.>

Did sumwun say they woz buying a round?  I'll have a dubble Cap'n's Deloight wiv a Brasso chaser!

G'arrrggghhh Oi say again! But oh well, thars no better drinking buddies than th'poirates, Oi always says. Speshelly when we lose track of who pays the tab.

Where'd the squeezebox player go to? Oim about to be in th' mood for a Ding Dong!