Me mates, I be needin’ to confess ta something. I went out ‘pon me bike ta rent a game o’ golf with Mario in it. Seein’ as that it wasn’t thar, I rented the Resident Evil for tha Gamcube. I be tryin’ ta complete my game from last time, but be findin’ that whatever guts I had be long gone. I be havin’ trouble takin’ a single step, and be quite urged ta turn off the game altogether. I be feelin’ bile and vomit in my throat, I be almost pissin’ me pants, and I be supposed ta play through this?
Arrr, a boss be next but I be petrified. Can ya help me weak heart?
Even the sturdiest of yer captains have been shaken to th’ tits over that game. Avast, it’ll turn the stoutest men white with fear, and shiver me timbers to the very last!
What ye need ta do is become angry with them walkin’ undead landlubbers, and procure the shotgun. You’ll make 'em walk the plank that day, matey! You shoulnd’t fear a lubbing one of 'em with yer shotgun, me hearty!