1) It's kind of pathetic You get all erratic About dirty dishes congesting the sink. I'm tired of your bothers Remember our fathers They dwelled in a world filled with rubbish and stink. But when all hopes was lost Someone raise from the dust He was handsome and cunning his haircut had style. Courage was shining in his eyes As he said screw you guys Mind your own business I'm off now goodbye. Huzzah he's off now goodbye.
Now as it is written Our hero was smitten And rescued the maiden from impending doom. On a horse made of steel Evil guys on his heels He rode with the girl into dawn's early gloom. She awoke by his kiss Well at least more or less And the whole part concerning the uppercut scare. Can be pinned at least to some extent On her damaged brain implant Anyway in the big picture who's gonna care? Huzzah, who is gonna care?
Historians would die for A way to decipher Apparently missing text passages here. They still found no reasons Why scratches and lesions Related to goal subsequently appear. But then why should it bother you For he finally managed to Haul her more or less unharmed to the rendezvous spot. Without expecting any pay Except for the reward but hey It's all about the context so get on with the plot. Huzzah get on with the plot!
Now look at you startled The brain implant cartridge Has not been swapped which was all part of the plan. A world has been rescued That he did detest who'd Have guessed I attest you'd have done just the same. So if you still want to force Me to do stupid chores Like washing the dishes Do the trash and such you'll Just prove that you haven't paid Attention to what I said The message at core is ... like... erm... Huzzah... as a rule
2) You're being pathetic Again about acrid Bacteria in the fridge it's getting boring But packing bags due to Dirty socks I threw to The lampshade's rim borders on unadorned scorn Didn't I explicate it Are you still not persuaded Is grass growing on your tympanic membrane Remember? Deponia Self-sacrifices and bla Gosh! Now I've to start all over again Huzzah! All over again!
Only the most epic Tales feature cool depic- tions of sawblades crushed into cable boat walls The attempt though a blunt stunt Affected Goals implant Which surely can't be blamed on Rufus at all Reckoning up the sum The best was yet to come For the end of part one seemed a little too coarse To amend we'll send Rufus to attend A second chance for a decent happy-end- ing: a grand fling with dancing and booze and so forth Huzzah! With booze and so forth!
Malevolent karma So close to the dramas Catharsis fresh doubts with her caused disarray And she left him behind Though still not in one mind Planning to reunite with her fierce fiance But if you think it's time For Rufus to resign So close to the finish line you don't know him at all For heroes gather momentum On the brink of armageddon Enthralled by the squall they'll put balls to the wall Huzzah! Put balls to the wall!
Left in the lurch On the verge of the purge Their search for the submerge was brought to a halt They stopped donna goals spins With torpedo dolphins And finally hope glints I cannot exault How outstandingly aced He was dragged to the base Now the bell for the last round was about to chime The showdown was imminent And if not I apprehend The chorus guys will have to work overtime Huzzah! We'll work ... overtime ... ?
Argus plan went awry And: end of the story You have to admit you enjoyed it a bit And now you saw reason Dump your egot-ea-sm And weigh it against the public benefit Because close to the bone is Where you need cojones And platypusses and memberships to opposing underground organisa- tions so do unpack the bag Now it's anyway way too late to sack Me and secondly where am I gonna stay Huzzah! Let's hope far away!
3) So this is the third strike, You're dumping me just like A trashbag and why? just because of some must- ard on the carpet, You pathetic dorkhead I assume that your humor did just bite the dust. But this isn't over yet! Yeah you can bet on that The last part of my tale will surely appease And change your mind anyhow Turn on your deaf aid now, The story goes on, for good things come in threes. Huzzah – good things come in threes!
So the cutter struck sails, Wrecked as Toni's mum's scales And of as much avail for the long road ahead. Still the mood in the group Was just super woop-e-doop yeah, Except that they slowly grew ripe for the bed, For they knew that they would Have to go on by foot. No problem for such a walk is all the less Stressfull if you sing along With a motivating song. And to emphasize this I'll flood the cabin of the chorus guys with helium gas. Huzzah – with helium gas!
Before a champ decamps To adventure and enters The lion's den he attends an obscure Purification ritual That's a habitual Narrative rule – look it up, it's for sure! Polished to utmost cleanliness And dressed up as his nemesis, He chose backed by Goal to go out on a limb. And that they had to leave their friends of old Out in the cold was basically their own fault! Advance, never halt! Because brakes are for wimps. Huzzah - because brakes are for wimps!
Regardings Goals death And the loss of the As- cension codes, I'll desist from my usual bon mots. Things were in a mess, The tightness in his chest Was no less as big as the colossus of Rhodes. As he fell from the skies His life flashed before his eyes, Bereft of hope no courage left to pluck up, He did finally comprehend This was the definite end, Game over this time, he completely f*cked up Huzzah – he completely f*cked up!
Rufus a clone? Wow! Well whaddayouknow now, That's mind-boggling news, but I'm sure you can cope. Just put on your slickers And hitch up your knickers, For once more there flickers a speckle of hope. Where things do look black You need someone to check On the bulbs at the tunnel's end and if by hap It turns out to be a cloning lab, You can prep for a quantum step, For three times the Rufus is three times the jab. Huzzah - three times the crap!
The final maneuver Proved as a move no more Nuts as any other plan there was at hand. A perfect occasion For a contemplation Of all the events and the writer's intent. It may seem safe to say That Rufus's way For saving the day is a little snafu, But when shit hits the fan Is when a decent man's plan Will dwindle deeper as ever a diver with a scuba did do Huzzah - with a scoob a dee doo!
I'm closing my case. There's nothing left to say. Any last questions? ... yeah ... I'll take that as a no. But if you feel battered, Your whole world is shattered, I may have a helpful suggestion for you: Just grab your harmonica Sing about Deponia And Rufus's dream of a life more ideal And the fact that sometimes there may Be just one last chance to save the day And that's to let go and if that's so ... I'm off now for real! Huzzah - he's off now for real!