I spied an Agent working deep undercover
A disguise unfit, t’was too easy spotting that sucker
In their hand an evil scheme
Delivery posthaste to the Leader Supreme
I knew what they were planning
A golden ruse with maximum grandstanding
So I pulled out my dagger that glinted in the light
A golden hue burning fierce like a meteorite
And sliced their neck from side to side
A trivial act of death by the seaside
So run you Agents of Kat, I’m coming for you
A unmasked foe from darkest Mogadishu.

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