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Drink up me boyos and let ye blood run rum, as be I tells ya the tale of the curs-ed sea-beast known as 'Sea-Monkeys'
Ye feed the little beasties in the deep and avast: they be growin' and swellin' inside like a rattlin bag on spanish gol'. The devilishly damned monsters taste nice in a stew or a broth or black oil sump.
But beward the curs-ed creatures for they be havin' eyes in the back of their eyes...
Arrh! Scourge of the deep, Sea Monkeys.... an' be they n’ mar than wee bit o’ lil’ buggers - hellish minions be they indeed.
Shiver me timbers if’n I dunt ‘av a link that be talkin’ bout em along with what be their scurvy relations;
http://www.stauffercom.com/chupacabra.html
Aye tis me that owned such scurvy wee devils til I tired of em an’ flushed em down ta Davey Jones Locker! Right nasty lil’ buggers be they! Arrh!
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