Arrrrrrrrrrgh, avast ye scurvy bilge rats! Prepare to feast yer eyes on me lovely lass, the S.S. BYC! Ahhh, she's the finest ship ever to sail the Internets!
Ahoy there, landlubber: Stow a chicken in yer yard or prepare to walk the plank!
Ahh me matey Chicken Lady, that was a blessed speech to the mateys thar run from hens! Fear not young pirates! Nar a chicken in sight, nar a meal to be had.