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>Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Anon - HAAARK!

>Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother yer gains with pungent slime, to choke them, engorging yer organs til’ they turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and ye can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer call option, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the institutional traders and market manipulators to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself -- forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Anon, even any scantling of your soul is Anon no more, but is now itself the sea!