Yaargh! Avast ye scurvy landlubbers!. I be here to plunder all of ye fine booty of delicious sugary treats!. So ye better hand it over, or you'll be walking de plank... *Whisper whisper* What!?. What do ye mean de spooky time of the year is be over?. *More Whispering* ...Yaargh shit, there be going me mood... Alright where the hell be the rum. I be needing a drink.

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