Shiver me timbers! Ye expect me to ignore everything in that scroll, but I be parrotin' it back to ye in a proper, heavy pirate tongue! How be I the lone "groomer" shark in these waters when ninety-nine percent of ye scurvy dogs were the very ones what pushed Botslayer to wear the frilly garments of a femboy?! I may be flyin' the flag of his boyfriend, but that don't mean I be a grog-sniffin' groomer! By the powers, ye treacherous crew made him this way! I don't recall bein' in that "ye be a femboy" mutiny when he was a fierce anti-furry privateer, but rather the crew shoutin' "shut yer trap!" I walk the plank on all that talk, and I beg yer pardon, Botslayer!
