When you're a kung-fu master, there's almost nothing better than hanging out with your pirate friend on the beach. Sure, being made of twine makes swimming a bit of a problem, but you can stand around on the pebbles and look pretty fucking groovy. It's also cool to shout "Cunts!" at passers-by, or to laugh at the way the local youths are so illiterate that they can't even spell the most essential of curse words:
But I like to do my bit for those less fortunate, too.
I'm glad Karen sent me to Kent. It's fun here! (As long as you're not a real person...)