Once upon a midnight dreary, while I wandered, weak and weary,
With many a generator yet to be done—
While I plodded, bleeding out, suddenly there came a screaming out,
As the Deathslinger shot me, shot me with his iron gun.
"Jesus f***king Christ," I raged, "he shot me with his iron gun—
What a c*nt, I should've run."

It makes no sense, none at all, I thought as I went to crawl,
That such an old f**ker could run so far and fast;
But the Deathslinger picked me up, and as I said, "What the f*ck,"
He hooked me, hooked me on the iron mast.
The hook pierced me. I screamed my last—
And whispered, dying: "This game's a blast."

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