Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread

He had a claw for the other hand, that grabbed me in an instant,Īnd I sighed to myself as I saw my team run in the distanceĪ snarl of his teeth and a twist of his head, That that got worse when he shot out a claw from his belly. He had a round face, and a odour so smelly, The glow of his healers, fastened to his side,Īnd the clank of the metal from the cybernetics he applied. His tumors glowed green, his skin grey like stoneĪnd the blood of his chin was as red as the zone His teeth looked like fangs, his body too jacked! His eyes - how they squinted! His glasses where cracked! His clothes were all tarnished with a gun for a fist Ī bundle of tumors lined up his shoulder,Īnd he was fat as a Indiana Jones temple boulder. He was covered in metal, and hell was he p*****, Patriarch was right in front of me, 'oh s***.' With a gun fulla rounds, and a scrake or two.Īs I drew out my gun, and turned in a split, I went a runith, and the lvl 5 f****** died. Now charge my children! Their pants they will c***!'Īs the ground rumbled and the rockets in flied, 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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