Lord Bafford can just eat my used chew,
snuff the nearest guard i see,
but wait, first i gotta pee
where's the lobster, so succulent and sweet?
wait, i've got a snickers bar,
screw the company called mars
i've got to get past their damned shadow anyway...
lots of golden goblets and grails hail,
got to move fast or I'll end up in jail.
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