Harr harr, ye noodle headed half wits, it seems me treasure be safe from all ye salty seaman snatchers. It be ood that none of ye spotted I be in the land of the Funky Pedestrian, McKeighley, West Yorkshire. And don't be given me any of your snivellin' "But it was dark" nonsense, and take it like a man. So this week Mc marks the spot for three shiny doubloons, if that is, ye can be guessin',
"WWWWWhere be McEEEEEuro?"
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Seahouses?
It not be Seahouses, ye scurvy poodle.
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