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I'll have to ask the little bugger.

You're a killer, bro. You're a fuckin' killer.

one William Shakespeare, at our disposal.

Reckon he's rendered your sword inoperable.

I got his head, I got his head, I got his head.

Maybe, sometimes, it can be an expression of ourselves.

What?! What, what you talking about?

-(screams) -Ooh!

(ominous music playing)

-(maniacal laughter) -(fearful shouting)

-Come at me, dog! -Ah! Ahh!

-Blackbeard: Ahh! -Captain Stede: Ooh!

You think I wanna mess with a waitstaff?

He missed all the important bits.

is that still on the cards, or?

-Yeah. -And I'm going to sing.

If I'm honest... I haven't killed another man since.

Something that'll really plumb the depths.

Because it's my job to make sure that Edward is content.

Oh, whoa, hey, okay! Boys, give it a rest!

This is all a dream. Come back!

Well, maybe it doesn't always have to be scary.

The good news is, my dad was a dick.

You are improving, though... Kinda.

-It's rather strong, actually. -Shut up!

You can't cancel it.

Bonnet as a sort of a pet.

Yeah, okay, well, yeah, vaguely... remember that.

You don't have to wear it.

-Right, gang? -(all agree)

(footsteps receding)

What-- Is that right?