NOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS ALSO TRANSLATED FROM THE GREAT LANGUAGE OF MUSTACHE TO THE PRIMITIVE LANGUAGE OF ENGLISH.

  “LOOK, YOU CAN’T STAY MAD AT ME FOREVER.”

  “…”

  “Hey, I don’t even know what that word means.”

  “…”

  “oh.”

  “…”

  “I really could have done without that explanation.”

  “…”

  “Alright. I know I shouldn’t have downloaded that dictionary. Not with the words you’re saying now.”

  “…”

  “Don’t go on saying it! Imagine if that just came out of my mouth in the middle of a senten—@#*!!”

  “…!”

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  “That was not funny.”

  “…!”

  “Oh, come off it, will you?”

  “:P”

  “Fine. We’re good?”

  “…”

  “…Terms? You have terms?”

  “…”

  “Really? You know, you’re really immature.”

  “…”

  “I am not going to agree to tha—@#*!!”

  “:P”

  “Har, har, har.”

  “:P”

  AND SO IT WENT ON IN THE SEEMINGLY NEVER-ENDING BATTLE BETWEEN EXFLIBBERAGUIL AND HIS TRANSLATOR, THE FORMER BEING THE ONLY THING THAT MADE SOUND IN THE WIDE EXPANSE OF SILENCE IN HIS SHIP.