![]() 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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