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loosed a spasm of magic so wild and crazy,
Bong bong!
Daddy says the false prophets of old used cheap parlor tricks
I need you to take the mule into
Yeah, he wished for the extinction of all life,
Go back to the underworld, you beast!
Dummy!
But I love Bartram. What the heck, mom?!
You get crush!
Do you own any spoon?
It's mine! I'm a demon.
Otherwise, you would dress like an idiot!
Trami, take mule back to crib for din-din.
Daddy says the false prophet of old used cheap parlor tricks
I found it on a dead magician dude!
See you soon, bad style junk town!
I want my stuff, you big dump.
Clap harder, trash bag.
For serious, you donk!
A frightful bomb was poise to
He got possess by the Lich!
Simon froze the bomb in mid-flight only inches
That's what happens when you mess with Big D!
Trapped under the giant weight of the enormous bomb,
Lady, quit it with that thing!
loose a spasm of magic so wild and crazy,
But I bet there's a lot of fine folk lookin' to buy a good mule.
Everything will be fine, I promise.
I push you. You fall down.
And the horrible crown, grieving its lost master,
even ever exist.
What? What happen?
I guess it changed his timeline or something.
where it remain to this very day,
Actually, it depends on the wish I grant him.
I push you. You fall down.
I'm basically honorary nasty.
But he alone was not saved.
Why, I bet I could even come visit sometimes.
Otherwise, you would dress like an idiot!
Especially you, one-arm.
Feels natural, like peeing outside.
Actually, it depends on the wish I granted him.
See you soon, bad style junk town!
I'll come over later and sing you like four songs.
else the D-Gang will see you coming in!
One thousand years ago, my beloved friend, Simon Petrikov,
That might be the nastiest thing I've ever seen.
Clap hard, trash bag.
♪ The fun will never end ♪
the Lich could just jazz it up again.
Too dangerous for mortal fingies like yours!
We're sick of being bullied around!
Lady, you been down here too long.
A frightful bomb was poised to
gave his life to save this foolish,
Well, that's really disappointing, I must say.
Unbelievable!
Too dangerous for mortal fingies like yours!
One thousand years ago, my beloved friend, Simon Petrikov,
♪ We'll go to very distant lands ♪
Trapped under the giant weight of the enormous bomb,
None of that is true, 'cause magic is fake.
Tough luck, one-arm!
and put a stupid thing on my head?!
Are you okay, lady?
Too dangerous for mortal fingies like yours!
Amazing!
For serious, you donk!
poor Simon perished.
You know that was a ghost wearing a dead guy?
If we wish everything back to normal,