[Pu the Owl]

Robbin' n' assaultin' ye wouldn't need t' work, bucko! What be ye waitin' fer, t' feel old as Methusela an' be good t' feed t'fish?! Belay t'silliness, lad! Chop one o' yer legs n' weigh yer anchor, smartly! Arrr! Arrr! Arrrr!