What the fukken horseshit?
Why must I seell 5 tickets to the poncy party?!?!

BLAAAAAARGH!

Wait, script brainfart:

"Pirate's honour, or I'll stab myself with this machete," said Vicar.

"What machete?" replied Pope with a confused expression plastered all over his face.

"This one," Vicar said while waving his arm around as if to point out the whereabouts of said pointy weapon.

Pope looked at Vicar's face and then at the left arm being shook around. "There's nothing there," he said, nonplussed.

"IT'S INVISIBLE!" Vicar said, almost crying.