Keystones now sent, awaiting Slickey...
*quick-writes poem*
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Ode To the Slickey
Living in the Baian Swamp,
Nothing could be better
than a horde of little Slickey friends,
All to keep my own.
Dashing in and dashing out
of dim and murky water,
Up and down the Slickey goes,
happy and carefree.
Now that I'm running out of time,
Nothing could be better,
Than a horde of little Slickey friends,
All to keep my own...
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I'm so lame that when I fought myself, I lost...
*coughgivemeslickeycoughHACK!cough*
Woah, that was a bad cough...