from the mind of gaiman, and the nightmares of murphy

License to Confuse, Permission to Slay

we thought the rats were good staff

outer space, inner rage

give flops their second chance

the longer the hair, the older the prophecy

joke aged like wine, not empire

Mission: Indistinguishable

Fake accent, real crush

I saw a ripple. Everyone clapped

And now we all … scream inside

words hit harder, apparently

no cake? big mistake!

singing wrong lyrics should be a talent show

quest for sale-dragon optional, chaos guaranteed

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