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Posted by Abyss on Jun 9, 2009 0:23:15 GMT -6
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Mar 26, 2013 19:51:22 GMT -6
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Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air. Send in the clones.
Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move. Where are the clones? Send in the clones.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours, Making my entrance again with my usual flair, Sure of my lines, No one is there.
Don't you love farce? My fault I fear. I thought that you'd want what I want. Sorry, my dear. But where are the clones? Quick, send in the clones. Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer, Losing my timing this late In my career? And where are the clones? There ought to be clones. Well, maybe next year.
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Thanks to all who have hooked me up with sigs!
Physical Strength: 50 Agility: 5 Mental Strength: 7 Stealth: 4 Senses: 4 Mutated Strength: 15 Mutated Control: 15
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Posted by Abyss on Jun 10, 2009 0:15:03 GMT -6
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Mar 26, 2013 19:51:22 GMT -6
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set to be our guest.
Do your best Do your best Put my patience to the test Tie a wire 'round your neck, cherie And I provide the rest pain du jour Hot Irons hey, we only live to carve Try the red stuff, it's delicious Don't believe me? Ask the wretches They do sing They do dance After all, Miss, this isn't chance And a prisoner here will never ever rest Go on, devise your escape make a dash and then you'll do your best put, our patience To the test
Iron Maidan Water torture hair and fleash "en flambe" We'll prepare and serve with fear A macbre cabaret You're alone And you're scared But the torture's all prepared No one's gloomy or complaining While the horsewhip's entertaining We tell jokes you take licks With my Iron beatingsticks [Mugs:] And it's all in perfect taste That you can bet [All:] Come on and lift your chin You've won your own free pass To be my guest [Lumiere:] If you're stressed It's your whining I detest [All:] do your best do your best do your best
[Lumiere:] Life is so unnerving For a prisoner who's preserving You're not whole, without a hope to wait upon Ah, those good old days when you were useful Suddenly those good old days are gone Ten years you've been dying Needing so much more than crying Needing exercise, a chance to stop our skills Most days I just lay around the dungeon Crabby, bored and lazy You walked in and then it began!
[Mrs Potts:] did your best My reluctant guest Still alive, well I'll be blessed blood's been poured and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed With torture you'll obey for free And my dear that's fine with me While you will do your soft weeping I'll be flogging, I'll be screaming the ants swarm searching alot honey drips! drop by drop? Clean it up! We want the company well fed. I've got a lot to do Is it one lump or two For you, our guest? [Chorus:] to the test [Mrs Potts:] do your best [Chorus:] to the test
Be my guest Be my guest my command is your quest It's ten years since we had anybody here And we're obsessed With your will With some ease Yes, indeed, you'll aim to please While the candlelight's still glowing Let us help you We'll keep going
strike by strike One by one 'Til you shout, "Enough! I'm done!" Then you'll scream your way to sleep as you digest Tonight you'll let your will break But for now, you're beat up did your best did your best failed the test damn,I've killed the guest
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Thanks to all who have hooked me up with sigs!
Physical Strength: 50 Agility: 5 Mental Strength: 7 Stealth: 4 Senses: 4 Mutated Strength: 15 Mutated Control: 15
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