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Bravely bold Sir Thrawn
Rode forth from the Donjon. He was not afraid to die, Oh brave Sir Thrawn. He was not at all afraid To be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Thrawn. He was not in the least bit scared To be mashed into a pulp. Or to have his eyes gouged out, And his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split And his body burned away, And his limbs all hacked and mangled Brave Sir Thrawn. His head smashed in And his heart cut out And his liver removed And his bowls unplugged And his nostrils raped And his bottom burnt off And his pen-- ![]() Un Orc derrière la porte, un Orc derrière la porte :foule en délire:
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