Arrr, matey! With a treasure trove o’ Zelda games, even Nintendo be scratchin' their heads, sayin', "What sorcery be this?"
2024-09-24
Arrr, ye be pullin' me leg, ain’t ye? Aye, I can scarce believe me own earholes! Speak on, matey, for this be a tale worth shiverin' me timbers over!
Ahoy there, mateys! Gather 'round and lend an ear to this tale that be as curious as a cat o' nine tails! So, picture it: a fine day upon the briny deep when a scallywag be spoutin' off some wild yarns. He be sayin', "You don’t say!" as if he be discoverin' gold in a seagull’s nest!Now, I be ponderin' what in Davy Jones’ locker he be on about! Could it be that fish now be swimmin' with peg legs? Or perhaps the mermaids be sportin’ mustaches? Aye, ’tis hard to fathom what foolishness be spillin' from his lips! I swear, that landlubber had the wit of a barnacle on a rusty anchor!
But lo and behold, every time he exclaimed “You don’t say!” he drew the attention of the crew, and soon, the whole ship be a-hootin' and a-hollerin’, like a pack o’ wild monkeys! It turned into a contest of who could shout it the loudest. “You don’t say!” echoed across the waves, makin’ the fish jump and the gulls squawk in confusion!
In the end, we learned nothin’ at all but that sometimes it be better to laugh at the nonsense than to understand it. So here’s to the absurdity of the high seas! Yarr, raise a tankard, ye salty sea dogs, and let the ridicule flow like rum!