i.e. A Support Group for a Pirate Needing a Hug due to the %!^$ daftness of this reoccuring NASTY habit Disney is beginning to flaunt!
Pull up a stool, grab a flagon and pasty,
and cry yer lil hearts out, mates.
From in-game woes
to technical chasms of utter despair,
cry, shout, spurt what ever ye hate
or wish to attain.
JUST as long it's clean to a cabin boy's ear.
We'd be an endearing lot here, solely needing
a spleen to vent and a hankie to blow our noses in.