George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
There was a pirate who was even worse than George, though.
He called everyone “Bro” and tried to give out fist-bumps to everyone.
An even bigger landlubber than George, who talked big but couldn’t hold his own.
Everyone called him a phony and a poser.
Except for George. He just let the guy bluster.
“Don’t tell me how to load a musket!” he growled. “I’ve been shooting muskets for years!”
The musket exploded, killing the rookie.
George rifled through his pockets and threw his body overboard.
“See ya, Bro.”