Neckbeard narcadoodle of the communal kind, and captured test subject at Area 51, Damien Ulysses Hurlbutt recites a poem in his bedhead hoping to summon the woman of his dreams:
Now I lay down in my cage
I seek M’lady around my age
Someone who really loves nice guys
And does not care I wear a disguise.
To M’lady, madame,
this
old soul
tips his hat,
‘Cos chivalry is where
It’s really at.
I really want to smell your feet,
Stinky soles make my heart beat.
If I cry before I wake,
It’s just my butt about to quake.
So I say to my lady oh so fair,
Let me ask, R U Out There?
“No, I’m in here!” Sonya-Daemon screams, having shapeshifted slightly, before skitting away.
“Now Satan, don’t send me on that job again. I only went because forced me! I’d rather rake the coals of Hell than deal with that creep!”
“Calm down, Sonya. You’re going to be down here awhile.”
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