I know exactly what he means. I talk gibberish. Stew and rum is friend*ing cosmopolitan, having a trained assassin stay overnight, letting heartbreaking lies roll over us like a summer breeze. That stolen figurine is often one floor above you.
ha, if I understand you correctly, and I think I do, that dastardly Captain Border-Buster’s got a wild scheme cookin’! This cartoonish creep, with his twirly mustache and glow-in-the-dark cape, thinks he’ll flood the globe with rogue rubber duckies and sneaky squirrels to clog up every border checkpoint! “Mwahaha,” he cackles from his lava-lit lair, “I’ll smuggle a gazillion giggling gnomes across the lines, and they’ll tickle the world into submission!” Immigration chaos? Pfft, more like a loony toon invasion of jitterbugging jellybeans! World domination? Nah, he’ll just trip over his own cape and cry into his glittery evil smoothie.