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Originally posted by newb
Bravely bold Sir beerbatbadger rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
O brave Sir beerbatbadger.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir beerbatbadger!

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 beerbatbadger!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off

As they had run out of food they were forced to eat the minstrels. There was much rejoicing.