Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6pm FDT]

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Barbossa was spinning himself silly in his chair waiting for the clock to shift over to 4 o'clock.

"Wheee! This be the pirate, it be Thursday, 'n this be Wine, Wenches 'n Song," he said into the microphone. "I be givin' ye advice 'n playin' yer requests. I can even be helpin' ye understand humor if ye be so terribly confused by it..."

He pushed a button. "Fer example, this song be unintentionally hysterical."

"MacArthur Park" blasted from the speakers.

"The pirate be in," he said as the song ended. "The phone lines be open. Bother me."

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Re: Ask for advice!

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"Um, hello?" Barbossa said, frantically turning the volume way down.

Re: Ask for advice!

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The plastic thing was speakting to him. Berthold cheerfully waved to it and sniffled loudly, hoping that would make it happy.

Re: Ask for advice!

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Now the person on the other end of the line was sniffling.

Barbossa flailed. "Um, there, there...ye. I be sure it be gettin' better soon. Be ye missin' someone?"

Re: Ask for advice!

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Berthold really missed his blanket. He squealed again, hoping to get that emotion across.

Re: Ask for advice!

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"Ye do, eh?" Barbossa said, hoping he was guessing correctly.

Most of the conversations with the squirrels sounded a lot like this anyway.

"I be sure that it, him, her, or them will be back real soon-like. Would ye like me t' play ye a song t' pass the time?"

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Sniffles could be heard again. The phone didn't seem to be able to help him. Berthold hung up.