One fine morning, in the middle of the night,
Two dead men, got up to fight,
Back to back they faced eachother,
Drew their swords and shot each other.

One fine morning, in the middle of the night,
Two dead men, got up to fight,
Back to back they faced eachother,
Drew their swords and shot each other.

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

I dislike you considerably more now, you plagiarizing fucktard.

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