Eyes narrowed, looking sideways, the Electric Warrior barely murmured now,
A strategist is not so easily snowed;
Was that all then? Was that enough to put you in a trance?
Stumpy hung his head. OK, OK, you win,
He scared me rigid with a parting shot,
Jumper was his name, you know, he knew The Tree,
He said decision's pain had struck me down, named Ydgrasil.

Oh god, I thought we'd cured you of that one,
Stars in your eyes, a bump on the head,
And now you've got us on a quest,
Some blasted holy grail; she swept the mauve confetti from the floor.
The gunner grinned, and knew they had a team.
Well then, let's see what we can find, he rasped,
And Mistress Megan, coffee for the gentleman in pain.

…to be continued

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