mr. phynance, we meet again. come on, lads, courage, old ubu. oh, i've done it in my pants.orward on, strumpers. bleed them off. kill 'em off. shag 'em off. skin 'em off. by ubu's horn, they're falling back. there's only two left. that's for you. and for you. come on, let's get the hell out of here. ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. [chanting ubu, ubu, ubu] at last, i think they have abandoned the chase. yes, and boggerlas has gone off to get himself crowned. he knows what he can do with his crown. ah, how right you are, pa ubu. ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. [music] what a lovely breeze. we are traveling the highest, right? at the almost miraculous speed of, uh, give or take a bit, about a million knots, uh-huh. all hands leeward, close-haul the mizzen. what a stupid idea. don't all stand at one end of the ship. it's dangerous. supposing the wind changed about, we'd all go to the bottom and the fishes would eat us up. don't bear away. hug the wind, pulling by. there's only one solution. i'll take over command myself. ready about, about ship. let go of the anchor, go about in staves. homew