Random thoughts...

Ah, well, ye see, that depends entirely on the manner in which one applies the word ‘bad.’ If we’re talkin’ bad as in “forgot where I buried the treasure, lost me hat in a bar fight, and somehow managed to maroon meself again,” then that, my friend, is an unfortunate and regrettable state of affairs—though, in the right light, perhaps a bit charming. But if we’re speakin’ of bad as in “batten down the hatches, sound the alarms, and for the love of all things holy, run before she boards your ship,” then that, my dear, is the proper sort of bad. The kind that earns you a bounty, a legend, and a rather impressive wanted poster—flattering in some lights, not so much in others. And if one were to aspire to such a reputation, well… one could do worse than to take a few notes from yours truly.

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