Why hellish imp, do you come at me; to mock and ridicule? What could my crimes be; have I been such a fool? What master demon sent you imp and what has he to do with I? Is your master such a whimp or does he simply lie? If in fact his gripes are just, over things I might have done, why not in person vent his lust; could it be that crimes there are none? Take this message to your mighty lord and dare you not skip a word, With this game I'm truly bored, come fight yourself, you turd! With thus the ground did start to quake and birds fell from out their trees. An ominous voice did loudly spake, IMPETUOUS PUP, FALL TO YOUR KNEES! I, though not truly brave, stood fast upon my ground. Out arose he from a grave, Oh shit! I had been found. Twelve feet of him and only half way out; I knew I was a dead man. When I heard his bone-chilling shriek, that's when I turned and ran. I, dear reader, am running still and doubt I'll ever be through. LOOK! There atop the hill, EGADS! He's after you.
Reason for writing:
JUST FOR FUN! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ALL THE TIME!
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