Sure Jack, that's what she said!
He's tickling me.
Ive been thinking about replacing that little skull we keep on the chest there.
This one here seems a good size to me, what say the rest of you?
Sheesh kid, what'd you eat for lunch? it's DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES! not Dead Men Smell No Smells.
Ummmm... could at least one of you look at the camera, please?
TA-da! The rum's all gone!
Oh, sure. Stitch gets hugged, while I have to do all the hugging.
I want a new contract.