Purity Pinker:
Look at the cut of ya! Look at the cut of ya! Dirt stains on your clothes as though you'd bin fightin' like an ordinary gamecock, an' rollin' in the alleys! Why the smell of you alone is enough to wrinkle the noses of pigs!
Long John Silver:
Aaaaargh! Belay, Purity!
Purity Pinker:
Belay indeed! You're not talkin' to low sailor hands! And don't threat to clap me in irons or I'll... I'll bash you over the head!
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