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The legend of Hank the Shank, Randal the Vandal, and Greg the Dreg.
Kids? Did I ever tell you about the doomed adventures of Randal the Vandal, Hank the Shank, and Greg the Dreg? If not, I'm telling you anyways.
Way back when the Fallen thrived
And the Ahamkara sighed
There were three fallen folk
One of steel
One with cloak
And the one called "broke"
These fellows would scamper about
Always make their captains shout
They were surely idiots, no doubt!
It happened upon them one day
While moping in Meridian bay
That they could be cool
By just killing Master Rahool
Greg the Dreg began with a smile of sour,
"We go at the eleventh hour,"
And catch the bastard in the shower.
Make him shiver and cower
Thorn 'em for his crimes against the tower!"
But, Hank the Shank suggested a better way
to make the trollarch pay
"At dawn we must away! Give the scamarch a legendary,
But switch it to a blueberry!
Hahaha! The pain before his eyes
Will confirm his demise."
Randal the vandal chuckled at these plans,
"My friends! Don't you realize?!
We go about in disguise
Hank and Greg as guardian guys
with engrams in hand to offer.
Then I leap out of nowhere with
my shrapnel launcher
And teabag him with perfect posture!"
But none of their plans went well
For when they reached the tower,
It all went to hell.
They were confronted by a broom bot of power
Whose corn husk instrument could silence the screams of a thousand floors
And do the dirtiest of chores.
The bot pushed them back with every sweep
The trio could only weep
That maybe the bot would overheat
But The Corn Broom beats all
As this was the trifecta's fall...
Nowadays, Randal and Hank are longer dank.
The two hide in the forgotten shores. Where corn might never haunt their internal wars.
Greg but roams about
But never forgets the broom blowout.
Kids? Did I ever tell you about the doomed adventures of Randal the Vandal, Hank the Shank, and Greg the Dreg? If not, I'm telling you anyways.
Way back when the Fallen thrived
And the Ahamkara sighed
There were three fallen folk
One of steel
One with cloak
And the one called "broke"
These fellows would scamper about
Always make their captains shout
They were surely idiots, no doubt!
It happened upon them one day
While moping in Meridian bay
That they could be cool
By just killing Master Rahool
Greg the Dreg began with a smile of sour,
"We go at the eleventh hour,"
And catch the bastard in the shower.
Make him shiver and cower
Thorn 'em for his crimes against the tower!"
But, Hank the Shank suggested a better way
to make the trollarch pay
"At dawn we must away! Give the scamarch a legendary,
But switch it to a blueberry!
Hahaha! The pain before his eyes
Will confirm his demise."
Randal the vandal chuckled at these plans,
"My friends! Don't you realize?!
We go about in disguise
Hank and Greg as guardian guys
with engrams in hand to offer.
Then I leap out of nowhere with
my shrapnel launcher
And teabag him with perfect posture!"
But none of their plans went well
For when they reached the tower,
It all went to hell.
They were confronted by a broom bot of power
Whose corn husk instrument could silence the screams of a thousand floors
And do the dirtiest of chores.
The bot pushed them back with every sweep
The trio could only weep
That maybe the bot would overheat
But The Corn Broom beats all
As this was the trifecta's fall...
Nowadays, Randal and Hank are longer dank.
The two hide in the forgotten shores. Where corn might never haunt their internal wars.
Greg but roams about
But never forgets the broom blowout.
