Cheap shot crying over that
I get the win, nothing else matters
Weak spot giant enemy crab attack
Jesus go easy on him lad, lack that
Ability I can only cripple and avoid humility
Fed the rulebook to my fool Roebuck
Whose foolishness rubbed off on you
Can’t think of why else you rose like a tumor
When at my wedding adjudicating prelate asked had anyone contrary words
Your mouth become the storming sordid source of many negative verbs
In that outburst I discern your lacking tact and discernment.
Alchemisland 
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