NOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS ALSO TRANSLATED FROM THE GREAT LANGUAGE OF MUSTACHE TO THE PRIMITIVE LANGUAGE OF ENGLISH.


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    “LOOK, YOU CAN’T STAY MAD AT ME FOREVER.”


    “…”


    “Hey, I don’t even know what that word means.”


    “…”


    “oh.”


    “…”


    “I really could have done without that explanation.”


    “…”


    “Alright. I know I shouldn’t have downloaded that dictionary. Not with the words you’re saying now.”


    “…”


    “Don’t go on saying it! Imagine if that just came out of my mouth in the middle of a senten—@#*!!”


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    “That was not funny.”


    “…!”


    “Oh, come off it, will you?”


    “:P”


    “Fine. We’re good?”


    “…”


    “…Terms? You have terms?”


    “…”


    “Really? You know, you’re really immature.”


    “…”


    “I am not going to agree to tha—@#*!!”


    “:P”


    “Har, har, har.”


    “:P”


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    AND SO IT WENT ON IN THE SEEMINGLY NEVER-ENDING BATTLE BETWEEN EXFLIBBERAGUIL AND HIS TRANSLATOR, THE FORMER BEING THE ONLY THING THAT MADE SOUND IN THE WIDE EXPANSE OF SILENCE IN HIS SHIP.