I will savor the death of Agent 37
Bequeathed did he a dying breath
As he eloped sadly up to heaven
Neon flash my warning did I
To all Kat’s agents who fly
and run as fast as they can
From the power of my mega busting planet ray-gun
Beware the wrath of my thunder Unicorn Chris
before you end up as another heroic stiff…

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