(from the bottom row of characters, left to right, going up)
"Hey guys, I'm the ghost of a cabin boy. Can I sing with you?"
"No, fuck off you dickweed!"
"Yeah, we don't take kindly to your kind around these parts!"
"Did somebody say something? I thought I kind of heard something, a little. Somebody pass me more quaaludes, they're great."
"If I stand here and smile for a few more hours, maybe it'll cover up the fact that I can't actually play this damn thing."
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