The chosen has awoken.
Time to kick back a few potions.
You know, swashbuckle the swig like a showman.
I’m here for the heroics,
all the way down to the goldfish.
I’m the bottom feeder that figured out floating.
Sorta doltish.
Got rank and file like, “Hold on, ***, he’s still loading.”
Um, Ma’am? I think you meant molting.