Because we gotta do SUMPTHIN' while we wait.
There once was an undead basketball coach who was called many names, K, Ratface, Splinter. He spread ointments formulated in Greece to maintain the black rat like sheen to the pelt on his head. He survived by sucking the talent, life, and joy out of many young accolytes. These accolytes willingly subjected themselves to his poor treatment because the town criers all wanted to curry his favor by declaiming how great this coach was. But careful examination of this beast revealed a vile, bitter, creature, who would lie, and castigate others for his own failures, which there were many of. The people who were victimized by this monster kept expecting the Kings sheriffs to arrest, or at least curtail the beast, and were always shocked when the King pronounced the villain the best personage of the realm!
ps, he was the coach of a team that rhymes with Puke Plew Debils.
There once was an undead basketball coach who was called many names, K, Ratface, Splinter. He spread ointments formulated in Greece to maintain the black rat like sheen to the pelt on his head. He survived by sucking the talent, life, and joy out of many young accolytes. These accolytes willingly subjected themselves to his poor treatment because the town criers all wanted to curry his favor by declaiming how great this coach was. But careful examination of this beast revealed a vile, bitter, creature, who would lie, and castigate others for his own failures, which there were many of. The people who were victimized by this monster kept expecting the Kings sheriffs to arrest, or at least curtail the beast, and were always shocked when the King pronounced the villain the best personage of the realm!
ps, he was the coach of a team that rhymes with Puke Plew Debils.
