[h1][color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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"AH, FAIR JUNGLE BEAST." Gerald said, motioning towards Saaria, "THE OIRES OF THE DRINK DOTH MEANDER YEH BRAIN PROCESSES, AN' THUS YEH EMULATE MESELF."

Gerald sighed and nodded, pausing for a moment before he continued speaking to Saaria. "Y'KNOW," he said, "YEH REMOIND ME OF ME BEST MATE RICHARD, COPIOUS GODS AN' GOD-LOIKE FIGURES REST 'IS SOUL. 'E WAS ALWAYS A JOLLY BLOKE, LOIKE YOU. 'COURSE, HE LACKED THE HORNS. AN' THE WINGS. AN' THE BREASTS, TOO. OTHAH THAN THOSE, YEH A SPITTIN' IMAGE OF HIM. AN' IN LOIGHT OF YEH CURRENT STUPAH, OI SHALL TAKE TEH ADDRESSIN' YEH AS... JUNGLE-RICHARD."

He turned to Cia and continued, "AN' YOU REMOIND OF 'IM TOO. ALWAYS ASKIN' QUESTIONS. SO OI SUPPOSE I'LL CALL YOU EHHH, FAIRY-RICHARD. IT'LL BE LOIKE I LOST 'IM, AN' THEN OI GOT TWO BACK BOY THE GOOD WILL A THE HOIGHAH POWAHS."

They couldn't see it, but Gerald was definitely smiling. "NOW OI SUPPOSE WE'LL BE RESUMING AH PURSUIT A NUMEROUS LOIBATIONS." He turned and once again marched down the coastline, calling out, "ROIGHT DEN. LET'S AWAY."

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