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| [Silly Sam] (the Silly Announcer) | Things have quietened down on the Cathedral Steps. So I have asked permission for young Quibbel to display some of what he has learnt from his training as an Apprentice Fool in Training to entertain you. |
| [Quibbel] | Hrrgghhmmm... my fellow citijects, uh subzens uh, friends... I will now entertain you firstly with some Peotry... |
| [Silly Sam] | You mean Poetry... he... he... he... |
| [Quibbel] | Printer's Devil... |
| Hrrgghhmmm... | |
| Silly fighter, sprawling in the sun. Lying fast asleep, cause the tourney's done. Lying here, 'twas warmth he sought, The sun has made his helmet hot. One sad fact he overlooked: His brain is now completely cooked. | |
| [Silence] | |
| [Quibbel] | If a Chirugeon treats only boils would he be called Lancelot? |
| [Silence] | |
| [More Silence] | |
| [Babbel] | "Roses are Reddish, Violets are Bluish |
Robin the Ruthless in Battel.
Da Dum, Da Dum, I don't write this stuff, I only have to type it...
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