aaaarrr, Isles of Brits. Mind yer betters as the cap'n of the US ship is coming for a wee visit. Tread ye lightly as he comes talkin' peace, cooperation and common sense….and a toast with the Nige.

But, it seems it's a battle yer lookin' for. You'll not deny the toast or the battle will be upon ya, with the scurviest, grimiest bunch o' swashbucklers yer mum ever could hope fer. The Pirate Anons! Aaaar, me mateys, we'll not be taunted. We'll be shavin' yer bellies with a rusty razor.

(yes, I have cracked a few brews and got way too engrossed with the previous bread pirate talk)