Arrr er er um rrrrr, mates. Maties.

Arrr er er um rrrrr, mates. Maties. I am your, uh, your, ah, I am the Captain's Chair. Stand down your broadsuwords, er, broadsorts, and surrender to the inenviable. Yer wannabe Captain Romney hasn't er um got the swag to er swig um blarney. Joe help me out here.

Here's the 120-Proof Postive, arrr, um, arrr, of my invertebrate victory: http://youtu.be/W959_kYZ7X0