Heathcliff somehow got a hold of a sword! For the love of fuck, run!
Or...just give him a bath. Sure, he's dressed as an admiral of the British Navy, and yeah, he may have a cutlass, but the Curse of the Black Flea is a greater threat than any presented by Captain Heathcliff Catbeard. In his washtub boat and with his first mate Mr. Bow Tied Owner Guy, Heathcliff is ready to referance any summer blockbuster involving pirates...in December.
SERIOUSLY, HE HAS A FUCKING SWORD!!!!!! A SWORD!! WHY ISN'T THE NEIGHBOR FUCKING CONCERNED FOR HIS FUCKING SAFETY??
*sigh* Where has all the rum gone?
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I bet those fleas have bubonic plague. The bacteria yersi- you know... nevermind.
I'm pretty sure that Heathcliff stole that hat from eh set of Legends of the Hidden Temple who stole it from Napoleon.
One day I am going to name a cat Heathcliff...or Paul Arrand Rodgers.
Heathcliff can put together the Shrine of the Silver Monkey in one fucking go.
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