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Lo! Today is the holiest of holy days for the Flying Spaghetti Monster! It is Talk Like A Pirate Day! Therefore, he is in a fantastic mood.
"Ahoy me mateys! It is I, The Flying Spaghetti Monster! For the nest hour, all rum drinks and grog are on me!" he bellows, while sitting on a barstool. He toasts the room with his rum and coke, while wearing a multi-colored Hawaiian print shirt, khakis, and some incredibly ratty sandals. Presumably, some appreciative members of the crowd bellow their thanks. Others probably bury their heads in their hands.
Regardless of their level of thanks, the FSM beams at those nearby.
"Ahoy me mateys! It is I, The Flying Spaghetti Monster! For the nest hour, all rum drinks and grog are on me!" he bellows, while sitting on a barstool. He toasts the room with his rum and coke, while wearing a multi-colored Hawaiian print shirt, khakis, and some incredibly ratty sandals. Presumably, some appreciative members of the crowd bellow their thanks. Others probably bury their heads in their hands.
Regardless of their level of thanks, the FSM beams at those nearby.