Time for a new job.
A lancer I shall become...
My clothes, where are they?
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Time for a new job.
A lancer I shall become...
My clothes, where are they?
You indignant imp
I want a mummy costume
Get it right next year
Eating pudding flesh
I am shocked to learn the truth
It was not pudding..
Three feet of pure terror!
No escape, they are coming...
DUNESFOLK IN BEDSHEETS
Ghosts are not scary
Have you seen the Tonberries
The Doinks hurt so much
Be frightened and sad
One day each year, not one saint
Is here to save you
Imps stand everywhere
They're ready for deception
"Gimme your candy!"
Meow meow mya mew meow
Meow mew mew mew meow mya meow
Meow mya mew meow meow
The Tonberry strikes
Towns folk tremble in awe
His carved pumpkins gleam~!
townsfolk*
should really proof read ^^;