Ye scurvy dog! Ye couldn’t hit the broadside of a station with a cannonball if it was sittin’ still in front o’ ye! Yer aim’s as crooked as a Kaalakiota freighter in a wormhole, and yer ship’s so slow, even the asteroids are laughin’ at yer wake! If brains were treasure, ye’d be the poorest pirate in the galaxy, and I’ve seen better tactics from a drunk miner with a shovel! Now take yer sorry self off my horizon before I turn ye into space debris. Yarrrrrr!
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