"I really ought to take your head off and decorate my ship with it! Damn it! Since I've made my name, no idiot has dared crack such a goddamned vulgar joke in front of me! Is this how you talk to a pirate wanted by every nation?"
"And let me tell you, my business is no small affair; there's no one in the entire Blood Fear Fleet bigger than me!"
In the fortress room still suffused with a decadent air, the Pirate Captain, utterly thrown off by Murphy's words, cursed vehemently while struggling to pull on his trousers:
"I'd heard that the Blood Vultures and the Thorns were all about decorum. When I heard you were coming, I rushed over without even putting on my pants, only to find that you lot are just a gang of blind jackasses who can't even recognize a man's proudest weapon."
"If the weapon you're so proud of happens to be that overly dexterous tongue of yours, then I must admit that perhaps you truly do have a unique talent when it comes to... serving others."
