Every time I go out for a swim, I get pursued by an irritating bunch of fellas in a boat. They just won't leave it alone. I've tried chomping the leg off one of them, but even that didn't put the blighter off. They seem half cracked, too, and have started nailing their small change to the mast, for some odd reason.
When will they start to get the message and just leave me be?
Yours,
Moe B Dick (no relation to Spotty Dick or Philip K Dick)
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