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Ahem.
Mordant...I take significant issue with being 'piratey rabble', especially since I never so much as breathed a word about the Dread Pirate Mordant, red neckchief about her fearsome brow, canary-coloured velvet pantaloons flaring in a sprightly breeze, and a tattoo of Errol Flynn upon her scarlet-tunic'd tanned shoulder. Nor yet did I uncover the truth about her desperate duel with a French seacap'n aboard the Frigate Eloise de Feval, in which she said 'Arrr' no less than eleven times before spitting the man on her rapier and mopping the fo'castle with his gizzard and drinking all his rum. No, I was silent on this issue, and many others of such ilk, and instead portrayed this flamboyant roisterer in another mein, one of silken menace and midnight mayhem. But no more!
Chorus: For she is a Pi-irate Queen!
Yes, she is a Pirate Queen!
Behold, behold, her lustrous sheen,
She is our Piii-raaaate [high note] QUEEEEEEN!
Thank you, I'm here all week.
YNH: Ninja vampire?! The cheque is so in the mail.
Mister Disco: I beg your pardon? Control freak? Moi? |
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