“Aay! It smells to me that ol’ Tina be brewing her special meat stew once again, lads!”

“Arrg! I hope for our wee gullets and poor stomachs, that she have holden back on the salt…”

“Shhh! quite, ye sea drinking dog! Don’t let ol’ Tina hear you say that of her poison brewing!...”

“I Fucking heard that, you old scurvy sea dogs!!”

*Whistlings of obliviousness, and nervous table tabbing sounds*

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Here’s another, tho old one, done by the same lovely person  Song Thrush!

So go and check them out!