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You know your a POTCO addict when your car's "hull" is made of wood, the steering is now a helm in the back, instead of a trunk you have a cargo hold, and your engines been replaced by sails (but yer scallywag of a wife put it back in so it would move). Then when the car gets dusty, you say to yer wife "AAARRRGGG! Swab the deck or I'll be given ye 39 lashes and then use my anchor to send ye to davy jones". then when she doesnt you have no brakes so ye yell "come about" and "Prepare to ram" and then crash and ask your pet Jack the monkey where the nearest shipright is. so ye pull out yer compass and follow the yellow arrow to a car dealership. the guy tells you he doesnt sell war frigates, you pull out yer staff but it doesnt work so you use blade storm. the cops catch you but you kick down the cell door. you repeated the process of dieing and breaking it down. they eventually asked where you wanted to go so you said "Tormenta". they dropped you off but you couldnt find anyone to level your nades on. you then spent the rest of your miserable life being marooned and eating only giant crabs.
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