I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
You don’t understand me mum you NEVER UNDERSTOOD ME
Put your toy sword down, NOW! Or else you will be sent to your bedchamber without having slop-pie for dinner.