Arrr, Trump be claimin' he’ll duel Harris, but those cursed mute contraptions still be causin' a ruckus!
2024-08-28
Arrr, these scallywags be squabblin' like barnacles on a ship's hull 'bout whether them fancy speakin’ devices be silenced when a matey ain't jawin'! Mark yer charts, for the grand debate be settin' sail on the 10th of September! Aye, what a merry hullabaloo!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I regale ye with the tale of two scallywags caught in a ruckus over the grand debate o' the sea—set to unfurl its sails on the 10th of September! Aye, these buccaneers be squabblin’ like seagulls over a half-eaten fish, arguin’ if the cursed microphones shall be silenced whilst one candidate be yappin’ away, and the other be waitin’ in the wings!Ye see, one be wantin’ the contraptions to stay quiet as a ghost ship, lest the audience be subjected to the treacherous sounds of fidgetin’ and mumblin’. The other, a crafty knave, be claimin’ that silence be golden, but a wee bit o’ mutterin’ might just add spice to the brew, like rum in me grog!
As the clock ticks down, these two landlubbers be battlin’ over who shall get the last word—or the last laugh! Will the microphones rest like a slumberin’ sea serpent, or will they be blarin’ like a cannon at dawn? Only time will tell, me hearties, but one thing be certain: this debate be more entertaining than a barrel of monkey pirates! Avast, let the tussle continue!