Rune, Rune, it’s too soon
To lift my current Werewolf ban
I may relent this coming June
But I don’t want to show my hand
The villagers would be appalled
And I’m certain to be beat
I’d likely be hanged by my balls
To save the village from defeat
So thank you for your kind request
But all the same I must decline
Though if I may be so bold to suggest
That you hang Yurt with fishing line
listen, i call it proletown for a reason. what i say goes, and i say you are clean and purified. dignified with a side of snide.