Once apon a time, in 1982.
There were four young ghosts who lived under the iron fist of pac man.
He just ate a power pellet, RUN!
Oh no, he's coming.
No. Not today my friends.
Inky, what are you doing?
I'm finaly taking my stand Blinky. Hear my words.
I want to be free, free from this maze. I am a ghost why can't I just fly away.
The crule yellow monster is not what he seems. These people pay a quater but it costs us our dreams, OH GOD!
Gona waka-waka-waka-way, from pac man's tyranny. I say!
I shall taste freedom tonight.
We ride, off of the side of the screen. Ok it looks like we're back out on the first side of the screen. Thats fine!
At least there are delicious cherries to eat.
They're my favourite food and are you
gona eat those to pac man no thats, fucking great.
Gona waka-waka-waka-way, but these chains hold me.
Horay! My moment of triumph comes today.
OH MY GOD INKY WATCH OUT PAC MAN'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU,
DEATH HAS COME FOR US ALL
Shit! (End)
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