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*Stands in teh center of a chamber shaped like some strange creature's head, clears his throat and sings*
Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea,
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee.
A dragon lives forever
But not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant rings
Make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened,
NTNdeacon came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon,
He ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow,
Green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play
Along Claphamsa lane.
Without his life-long friend,
Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon
Sadly slipped into Tyrith's cave. Oh...
Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea,
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee.
"So how was THAt? you chronically bad commedian...."
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