INT. TWO PIRATES TALKING IN A TAVERN.
PIRATE 1:
Ye don't look so good, me hearty.
PIRATE 2:
It's me OCD. I wash my hands that much that both my hooks are rusted.
PIRATE 1:
Aye, we're all in the same galleon. My wooden leg has gout.
PIRATE 2:
I had a real bad case of gout myself, I had to get my wooden leg amputated.
PIRATE 1:
What did ye get as a replacement?
PIRATE 2:
Another wooden leg, arrr.
PIRATE 1:
Still me hearty, things are looking up.
PIRATE 2:
How come?
PIRATE 1:
I had an operation on me cateracts, don't need the eye patch anymore.
PIRATE 2:
Arrr, that's fine news me matey. Can you give me your spare eye patch?
PIRATE 1:
What for? Your eyesight is perfect.
PIRATE 2:
It's for me parrot.
PIRATE 1:
You have a one eyed parrot?
PIRATE 2:
No, the bugger has tourettes, I want to gag it.
