of which it can be said again,
That all the rest are laggin’.
“Sam! Sam! Did you hear that? Did you hear that.”
“Can… barely… breathe….”
“Yeah. He heard that.”
Annnnnnnnd… to eeeevil… we saaaaaaaay….
Dark wizards can kiss our asses!
We’ll stab ’em in the gut.
Listen to me, lads and lasses,
Let’s fuck them in the butt!
People had started joining in on the chorus. I was having a terrible time.
The gods had a chosen one,
to represent us all.
And if there’s a time when he’s truly done,
The rest of us will fall.
It’s a good thing, then, it rests on Sam!
A boy who has become a wizard!
He’s the one who’ll give a damn!
And possibly conjure up a blizzard!
“Ungh,” Ryan said, eyes glazing over as the chorus picked up again.
“I’m not even doing anything,” I snapped at him.
“Yeah,” he said. “But a blizzard. That’s so hot.”
“Oh please,” Terry said with a sniff. “It’s not that great.”
He’s returned to us to save the world,
and give some Darks the ol’ what for!
Knock ’em for a loop, causing ’em to swirl!
Hear the people behind you, Sam, as they start to roar!
The crowd roared.
Zal grinned.
I punched Terry on the thigh.