42 bottles of lurking.

43 bottles.

Minion means many things. However, it is better than being a slave. And, has not Davy called you minion on numerous pages? Also, you were promoted to my Commandant. You can choose your leader, but know, this is my only door of opprotunity. If you leave, you will be branded a traitor to the WJARR.

I don't hold grudges, but I do weed out the traitors.

44 bottles. Ahh, you see Sharktooth? Now he threatens you if you leave? Tsk tsk tsk. No matter, if you join me, you will have all the protection you need.

THE MONSTER! Jack fears him like Captain Hook fears Mr. Grin.

45 bottles. Little ol' me is still around.

46 bottles! Stealthy, I bid you good den.

47 bottles. Didn't you become my minion long ago Stealthy? Oh yes... collared. I can remove it if you wish. I do loathe causing my minions unnessecary pain.

48 bottles. Please do Jack.

49 bottles. Maybe I will fly solo....

50 bottles. There you are Stealthy.

And do as you will Sharky. However, please refrain from entering the rum industry against me. I dislike having to destroy my opposition.

51 bottles. Very well Sharktooth, but you will lose the chance for Monster Rum.

52 bottles. But Monster Rum seems icky.

53 bottles. Isn't that poisonous?

54 bottles. Might be....

55 bottles. Take some of my Monster Vaccinations. Keeps you safe from the fumes, but still working on the no dismemberment part...

56 bottles. Jack, Jack, Jack. Your Vaccinations are no longer useful. Monster Bacteria have adapted, and only I have the master Vaccine. It can only be accessed by those related to The Monster by blood. And Monster rum is only poisonous if you don't have the vaccine.