Premise: Dooty is dooty , messmates .<br>I 'll put on my old cockerel hat , and step along of you to Cap'n Trelawney , and report this here affair .<br>For mind you , it 's serious , young Hawkins ; and neither you nor me 's come out of it with what I should make so bold as to call credit .<br>Nor you neither , says you ; not smart -- none of the pair of us smart .<br>But dash my buttons !<br>That was a good un about my score . ''<br>And he began to laugh again , and that so heartily , that though I did not see the joke as he did , I was again obliged to join him in his mirth .
Hypothesis: I've drunk a lot of beer