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.