Deponia
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 raised from the dust
He was handsome and cunning
His haircut had style.
Courage was shining in his eyes
As he said ... 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
Huzzah the chorus guys rule!
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Chaos on Deponia
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 Goal's 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
Was a little too coarse
To amend we'll send Rufus to attend
A second chance for a decent happy-end
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 fiancé
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-Goal's 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'll 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 organisations
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!
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Goodbye, Deponia
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 pathectic 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
So 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
Stressful 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 breaks are for wimps!
Huzzah because breaks are for wimps!
***
Regarding Goal's 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
And 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!
***
Woah! 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!
(No! No! Dammit, it's jab! Three times the jab!)
***
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 scuba-did-do!
***
I'm closing my case.
There's nothing left to say.
Any last questions?..
I 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
And 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
If you let go... And if that's so..
I'm off now for real!..
Huzzah he's off now for real!
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