Thar be no need ta wurry bout that one thar, jes as soon as his mother be a readin' wot he be sayin' about her people...her'll put tha cheeky blighter 'cross 'er knee n' spank e's backside upta e's shoulder blades.

I 'ears her did that n' now 'e's be'avin a bit bett'r....but don't ye 'xpect it ta last, that thar evil Spock be partial ta a bit o' tyin' up n' spankin' ev'ry now n' then.

When me sehlat starts feedin', I'll make sure all the wenches are safe...

Now I be glad ye put that that sehlat o' yers on a leash ta save panickin' tha wenches, but some of 'em still be askin' fer it ta be muzzled....preferrably wiv a rubber 'un cos some say it whar spittin' an' 'em 'ad ta wash thar attire...

Aye, his dad took many an earther as wife. Spock wud ave bin smart ta follow his pa's feet steps.

Aaarrrrghh....'e would've took 'imself an earthly missus, but e's ears ain't tha only pointy thing earth wenches be afeared of.

*****BTW, ta, please excuse I fer takin' liberties n' puttin' words in thy mouth, but when ye provides oppertunities fer some 'xtra sass I juss cain't 'elp meself *****

Aaarrrrghh....'e would've took 'imself an earthly missus, but e's ears ain't tha only pointy thing earth wenches be afeared of.

'ere now! Me doan think many would be afeared o t'other pointy thing.

Thar be a strong storm a brewin' on tha 'orizon me bucko's and we be outta rum and cabbage...Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!!

Keel-haul the blaggard till 'e be bones, arrrr

unless... them thar Amazons come back around and distract em while we be makin' a fair get away

Or we be reachin safe haven at Stardock!

Well although I've never commented in this thread before, I thought I could perhaps offer this small tidbit. If he were a car engine, I'd be suspecting there was a problem with a blown or faulty head gasket. Lot's of hot air and gas releases with no progress or action.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare

That thar would be a fair description of the Capt'n affer a curried cabbage appertizer and ye would best be headn' for the bow of this 'ere ship to be escap'n it

Aaarrrghhh, I don't be thinkin' so...thar'd be no 'scapin' me anal announcements on tha bow o' this 'ere ol' bark. After me more than generous helpin's o' curried cabbage, ye's be safer on tha poop deck o' tha fifth vessel in tha fleet three nortical miles ta tha south o' this un 'ere.....

Tha missus be complainin' as well...her reckons she be runnin' outta fabric ta patch the seats of all me britches.....

a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Them reckons empty vessels makes tha most noise....best I be fillin' meself wiv a few more lashin's o' curried cabbage, then....ta fill tha void.



**EDIT** It do mean, of course, me methane monologues 'll send ye scurryin' an' I'll be probably be listenin' ta me rectum recitals alone...

Ere now! We be not havin any ta that edumacation!

Not so fast thar, Dr Guy....us'll be needin' some edumucashun if n' us'll be 'avin ta deal wiv PC's lawyers double talk...otherwise all that thar legal jargon'll be soundin' like double Dutch n' us'll git bamboozled inta coughin' up some o' our booty.

Me thinks us might 'ave ta git ourselves a good legal eagle as well...I 'eard someplace that Alan Alda & Gene Wilder both 'ave lore degrees, an' them'll talk tha leg orf an iron pot n' bamboozle any legal jargon wiv wit n' one liners.

On a more serious note....sad, isn't it, that someone has so much misery in their life they feel the need to share it around and infect everyone else with morbidity and gloom.

Geez, I've had a complete shite of a time over the last year or so, not just because my step-daughter ran away from home, but also through ill health & mobility issues. However, rather than sink to the depths of depression, I try be joyful and treat everyone with respect....to look for the funny side in all things, because there's no profit in dwelling on the 'woe is me' when it adversely affects myself and all around me.....

Take a leaf, PC, and lose the venom....things will become much brighter and you'll be a happier person for it.

the person I was referring to (blown or faulty head gasket) was the one who was threatening to destroy this thread and torpedo stardock with a legal claim.

Could've gotten a bit confusin' cos thar be quite a few of us here wiv 'blowed head gaskets' n' hot air/gases escapin' ('specially wiv curried cabbage regularly on tha menu), but I knowed 'xactly who ye were jawin' about.

There's a difference between a few playful nutters with delusions of piracy and a delusional conspiracy theorist with a persecution complex. To be honest, I feel somewhat sorry for the bloke....his harboring of grudges and ill-feelings must be a huge obstacle to his enjoyment of life, happiness and interaction with others. I did offer him the hand of friendship and to join us in the lunacy, but the response was less than friendly......oh well, I guess there's some people you just cain't reach.

Aye, the end of my cutlass will do my talkin wit em!

Careful thar Doc, them thar Amazons 'ill be all over ya with ruff talk sich as that

n' I'll ave tha cook prepare ye a plate er three o' fresh oysters fer tha extra stamina yer gonna be needin'

I be reckonin Doc dun fergot to menchun to ye Capt'n that while 'e was in port he picked hisself up sum of that thar Viagar stuff...best be sav'n the oysters fer them thar sheila's if'n they gits ta hold of 'im