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This whole... occasion has confused Chell enormously. The Aperture Science tri-corner hat, she can deal with. The newly-acquired Aperture logo tattoo as well. The clothes, while abnormal, aren't entirely horrid.

But the peg-leg?

It's a source of serious concern.

"What be goin' on here, me maties?" She asks of no one in particular.

Also, the arbitrarily-acquired accent, what?

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"... Valerie?"

"Yea, matey? You be willin to explain t'occasion of this farce?"

The look on her face. Is one of total bewilderment.

Gordon sighs, looking around and spotting the calendar near the door that the werewolves use to keep track of things. "Looks like it's International Talk Like A Pirate Day," he says. "Sometimes the Bar does things to people at holiday times, they tell me."

"What be a Pirate? And why can I only talk like I got a mouth full'o monkeys?"

He almost snickers at that. "A pirate's a kind of sailor who used to make his or her living by attacking boats full of unwary merchants and passengers and stealing their cargo," he says. "One very famous example was portrayed as having an accent like what you've got now, so people started thinking they all sounded that way."

"Ye don't say. That be an interestin' way o' makin' a livin'! So t'scurvy dog became a legend, yea? Harrrharrharr!"

Chell's expression still says WTF. She does not like this development! Give her back her awkward pauses and scientific manner!

"Him and others like him," Gordon acknowledges. "If you ever get the chance to read a novel called Treasure Island, it's the character named Long John Silver."

Gordon's trying not to laugh. He really is.

"I see whatchur be sayin', Gordon. It be fine, matey... ye want te laugh at me condition, don't ye." Chell frowns, not liking this one bit.

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