 What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? That's what I mean! What? That's the trouble with you. That's the trouble with you? With you! With me! No! No! I want a damn steak! A bloody steak? If I had a steak... I... Make love to it. You don't like me cooking. Ah, don't be exceptional. Frick! You're drunk! Or you wouldn't be talking. How could I possibly like the crap you fix us for some? You're drunk! Or you wouldn't be saying that! You're drunk! You're drunk! You're drunk! You're drunk! You heard me! Damn you! Eyes! You're a fond of lobster, aren't you? You're a fond of lobster, aren't you? I've seen it! You're fond of me, lobster! Say it! Say it! Don't have me saying it. Damn you! Let not to strike ye deadwinds low! Trouton! Under the sea king! Rise from the depths full! Fowl in this fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam! To smother this young mouth with pungent slime! To choke ye! Engorge in your organs to yeatern Blue and bloated With bilge and brine And can scream no more Only when he Crowned in cuckles shells With slithering tentacle tail And steaming beard Takes up his felled befitted arm His curl tied trident Streaches benchy like in the tempest And plunges right through your gullet! Bisting ye! A bulging bladder no more But a blasted bloody film Now a nothing for the Arbys And the souls of dead sailors To peck and claw and feed upon The waters of the dread emperor himself! Forgotten! Twenty man! Twenty time! Forgotten by any god or devil! Forgotten even to the sea! For any stuff for part of Winslow Even any scantling of your soul Is Winslow no more! But is now It's self the sea!