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A very drunk Pirate Padfoot is found stumbling along a little too close to the end of the pier in the moonlight

Padfoot: *at the top of his lungs* WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR?

WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR *hiccup* 

WHAT DO YOU DO WITHA DRUNKEN SAILOR EAR-LIE UN THE MORNIN’?!

*begins to teeter a little too close to the edge*

*Siren Remus watches the bumbling man from the other side of the pier*

Remus: *notices the drunk wander to close to the edge* Stop!

Remus: *singing to the tune of Drunken Sailor* Come over here drunken sailor.

Remus: Come over here drunken sailor

Remus: So you don’t drown

Padfoot: *hears the eerie song of the siren carried over the winds of the shore*

Remus: Come over here to the singing stranger

Padfoot: You have a very pretty voice, love.

But those aren’t the right words

Remus: *reallyouretellingthesirenhowtosing* What are the words then, pirate?

Padfoot: It’s way hey and up she rises! 

And she’s gonna rise… very early in the morning. 

Because I’m a sailor and that’s what we do.

But don’t worry, I can show you what to do with this drunk sailor *wink*

Remus: Get in the boat sailor. And lie down.

Padfoot: Naughty

I’ll be waiting in the boat