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That was my Stunt Quadruple, Steel. I then shoot you and kill you and all your stunt people.
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You can't kill all my stunt people. You killed several. I send out a gas that kills anyone that has the same DNA makeup as you.
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#228
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Through some mathamatical error, you forgot to kill me though, just me family! I swear revenge and kill ye in your sleep.
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That was my stunt triple, Davy Jones. Yea, Davy Jones is one of my stunt people. You don't kill him, just make him mad. He forces you to join his crew, and you become part of his crew forever.
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I stab his heart, which he moved to the Flying Dutchman. I became the undead captain, and keep me heart in an undisclosed place that you cannot just find, you have to guess where it is. In other words you have to know where it is to find it.
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I use my Sorceror powers to get me that chest! I blast it open, and stab your heart. Bye Bye Jackie Wackie.
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For misusing my name, I am granted a second life. I kill you with me blunderbuss, and the crew elects me cap'n
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nope.
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The higher powers decide you have cheated the game, and send down the Great Mouse God to ban you from the game. Whilst you are thus banned, I take over the ship.
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Icots
While you are doing that, i make friends with the anti-cheating god person, who eats you alive.
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He forgets to chew, and a week later I return and make you walk the plank. How did I escape you say? Best left not uttered.
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#237
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I get grass thats full of pollen and throw it to your eyes.
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I use The Shrinking Grog potion on you, and then I pick you up and throw you off the ship into the ocean. So now I am the Captain of the Ship.
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I eat you alive.
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I eat you dead, and well done.
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