Get the war toys! We march on the morrow
and any other morrow that dares to dawn!
Sure it's vile against all we hold and believe
- but that's just what they'll never expect
to see!
So it's on!
So let's roll - wait.
Get ready first.
We have trinkets, bamboozles
and wuzzles to fluff! To help us all
do our very best worst. Flea-flunkers,
cha-tookas, punt-cunchers and breems!
Chunk saucers and scuz grenades,
pee-shooters, who knows what else?
Such nasty machines! Flamethrowers,
bazookas, to say very little about
our coup de grace whup-di-wazoo,
from hell, it seems.
We shan't need to bust that one out.
Not yet.
Not this jaunt.
Save it for Christmas, upon which
we'll Bah Who Dore Ays their biz
all we want! They will learn
the true meaning of Doomsday,
that day. And all days
thereafter, if we get our way.
Slow or faster.
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