I'm back again, here with the Monologue of the Day, which I've been wanting to post somewhere for ages.
It's from Pirates of the Caribbean 3, where all the pirates are discussing what to do about the East India Trading Company taking over the world and killing everyone.
And I don't own any of this, by the way.
Cuttlefish. Eh? Let us not, dear friends, forget our dear friends the cuttlefish. Flippin glorious little sausages. Pen em up together and they will devour each other without a second thought. Human nature, isn't it? Or... or fish nature. So yes, we could hole up here well provisioned and well armed and half of us would be dead within the month, which seems grim to me any way you slice it. Or, as my learned colleague so naively suggests, we can release Calypso, and we can pray that she will be merciful. I rather doubt it. Can we in fact pretend that she is anything other than a woman scorned, like which fury hell hath no? We cannot. Res ipso loquitur tabula in naufragio, we are left with but one option. I agree with, and I cannot believe the words are comin' out of me mouth, Captain Swann. We must fight.
I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!
Word of the day:
Perscipacity: Good judgement!
