What in Davy Jonesâ(TM) locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? Iâ(TM)ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and Iâ(TM)ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source oâ(TM) swag. Iâ(TM)ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network oâ(TM) pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind oâ(TM) monsoon thatâ(TM)ll wipe ye off the map. Youâ(TM)re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in oâ(TM)er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top oâ(TM) the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and Iâ(TM)ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off oâ(TM) the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldnâ(TM)t, ye didnâ(TM)t, and now yeâ(TM)ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. Iâ(TM)ll shit fury all over ye and yeâ(TM)ll drown in the depths oâ(TM) it. Youâ(TM)re fish food now.