Wines, Wenches, 'n Whate'er [afternoon]
Barbossa had a radio microphone, a captive audience, and no sense of what you'd call boundaries.
"Hello, me hearties!" he said jovially as he spun around. "In honor o' the new wench up at the school, I be puttin' together a special collection o' songs."
There was the sound of rustling papers. "First, though, we must all sing Happy Birthday t' the newest Winchester who be not a gun. Everyone together now!"
And then with the brash self-confidence of someone who really didn't give a damn, Barbossa bellowed out the loudest and most tonedeaf version of the song to grace the radio waves in some time."
"'n now fer wench Umbridge," Barbossa said, "I be playin' 'How Can I Miss Ye If'n Ye Won't Go Away.' O'er and o'er and o'er. Call in wit' yer requests, me hearties! And fer advice that be much better than that knave in the red jammies."
"Hello, me hearties!" he said jovially as he spun around. "In honor o' the new wench up at the school, I be puttin' together a special collection o' songs."
There was the sound of rustling papers. "First, though, we must all sing Happy Birthday t' the newest Winchester who be not a gun. Everyone together now!"
And then with the brash self-confidence of someone who really didn't give a damn, Barbossa bellowed out the loudest and most tonedeaf version of the song to grace the radio waves in some time."
"'n now fer wench Umbridge," Barbossa said, "I be playin' 'How Can I Miss Ye If'n Ye Won't Go Away.' O'er and o'er and o'er. Call in wit' yer requests, me hearties! And fer advice that be much better than that knave in the red jammies."