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—@#*!!”

“…!”

“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.