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Skywalker

Someone bring the grenades
and chew-back-a nicotine,
Sparx was sick, Spyro cried
and our two, dear two, Rufus and Croc saved the Gobbos. 

Unfortunately when someone hit me like Scout
or stabbed me like the Spy, 
shot me with their thousand bullets, Heavy -
my sentry made them cry.

Spam. I'm not serious, about anything,
Joker and your portal makes me
radio active. Where's my cake?
Sackboy ding-dong ditches me for a new zombie map.

Ratchet and Clank don't talk to me anymore.
Jigglypuff's crying in the corner
as I didn't charge my Gameboy and
corrupted my Playstation Three after playing it in my sleep.
 
Even Tetris on my phone causes me to
dream. How I hate losing at Pacman! 
May the 4th be with you, DUP.
Back to Runescape, the Darth Bane of my life...
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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