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Logan on the battlefield, playing Counter-Strike
With quick reflexes and a mind sharp as a spike
As a French-Canadian, he's had to work twice as hard
But he never backs down, he's always on guard
On Counter-Strike he'll dominate with ease
His aim precise, he's hard to appease
His team looks to him, they know he's the one
To carry them through till the match is done
When he's not in-game, he's chillin' with his pillow
Soft and comfy, it's his daily thrill-o
It's adorned with anime girls, a treasure to behold
A gift from above, worth more than gold
Age is creeping up, his reflexes aren't what they used to be
But he's still a force to be reckoned with, just wait and see
He's a fighter, a champion, and a true Canadian
And with him on your team, victory is not just a random option, but a given.