*Chuckles darkly though it sounds like rolling thunder* ye need more den that there horn to scare me lad..but yeah i be wantin that rum but make no mistake...never..threaten me again or ye find yer self in the fishermens market
English
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You won't be having any rum, in fact, get out. Now.
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*Waits two to three minutes and chuckles* very well lad no need to get yer horn out of shape ahaha...*gets up a leaves though i hold up a jug and take a long drink* heh heh heh..
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And take this with you!
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*Simply waves as i leave on my way back to my room*
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Good riddance