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They've been through it all, both the joy and the strife
They sit together, and they drink their beer
Reaper tells stories, and Space lends his ear
Reaper's a master, of the storytelling art
His tales are full of life, and they warm the heart
He weaves them with passion, and a hint of mystery
And Space listens intently, with rapt attention and glee
They sit and they chat, until the night is gone
Talking about the past, and how they've moved on
They laugh and they reminisce, about the good ol' days
And Space is grateful, for Reaper's wise and caring ways
So here's to Space and Reaper, the ultimate duo
Their bond is unbreakable, and their friendship is true
May they continue to share stories, and drink beer all night
And may their love and loyalty, always burn bright.