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Quiver me timbers! A shiver of sharks! Swimming right to me With their teeth all a sharps! Come we go then! Think you can eat me? Nar nar blood This eventuality, I do not foresee I'll punch your eyes up! I now have now arms I'll kick your faces out! I now have no legs I'll torso your fins in! I now have no body I'll head-butt your mouths off! And now I'm dead