To the top of the tower! to the top of the map! On, SAVAGE! on BEAKER! on, YAZZA and FLUFFY! "Now, RIPJAW! now, COBRA! now, BLENDER and BLOODY! He roared, and shouted, and called them by name More rapid than husks that where eager to flame, With a little tap of a panel, and a sassy remark, Out stepped a fat mother f*****, and a gatling gun. When, all the zeds broke out in a baffling run, Gave the lustre of strawberry syrup and odour so faint, The moon on the breast of the new bloody paint Tore open the scrakes and killed all the trash. I sprang from my butt to see what was the matter.Īway to the choke point I flew like a flash, When out on the floor there arose such a clatter, Had just settled down for a long wave unbeknown. While visions of dosh bundles danced in their heads Īnd the trader in her pod, and I on the zone, The mercenaries were nestled all snug with their sleds, In hopes that zeds would not go near there The bodies were hung by the chimney with care, Not a fleshpound was raging, not even a roar 'Twas the night before Zedmas, when all through the floor
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