Prologue. 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.
1. 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?
2. 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!
3. 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