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
My great aunt Beantunia died storming the wall at Moonwall, you aristocratic fuck.
Five years in the bean dungeon now or I’ll have your head
I have only one option now: