Hey, what the chivalent jabler is going on, Jemblens?

It's me, Go, Old Man Herald, and I'm here with, uh, um,

It's just me here on the ship.

I've been making some juice for a few days now.

God, it would be so crazy if the crew got his weird trouble

with the person that ran the- the- the- the little cat man

that ran the tournament, and it would be so crazy

if Chip had to, like, sign a contract that signed a soul away.

And, like, the- the cat man was a- but a demon,

and it was a demon contract or something,

and then, like, it would be so crazy if, if, uh,

that killing guy, you know, my favorite fish man,

fucking beat up a door, and then, uh,

then, like, beat up a ticket man, and, uh,

and then beat up a wall.

God, that would be crazy.

And then, like, would it be- it'd be even crazier

if J didn't do fucking shit, bitch.

Anyways, I gotta protect the ship.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, heh. I gotta make more juice.

Alright, just roll with it.

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