On one hand, the inevitable urge to hit them with the 1d100 Psychic damage.
On the other hand, the respect and dedication to the craft that deserves a reward.
To balance it out, you make them keep the accent up. Let them go answer the door for the pizza delivery. Listen as they have to declare "This be fine booty, me crew eats well this night. No mutiny be had. Take your coin, kingsdog, and may the brine not take ye!"