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Venagile, talking through his headset while he sits in a uncomfortable small booth: "Are you really going to force me on this?...why a song?...I would literally do anything else...Yeah, I did worse but...t-the difference is that I am a monster and you're weird...okay, okay, OKAY, FINE I'LL DO IT."
"Blood drops on pavements and bodies of weaklings,
screams of the peasants from their fatal beatings,
casting all nightmares with leathery wings,
these are a few of my favourite things.
Burning their homes down to rubble and ashes,
watching their minds break and subconscious clashes,
murdering all of them as they are fiends,
these are a few of my favourite things
Killing all adults and eating their children,
as their world dies as they crown their real villain,
cower and lose hope to a true evil being,
these are a few of my favourite things
You cannot sleep,
nowhere to run,
and you're feeling sad,......
these are a few of my favourite things,
because I am soooooo baaaaad!"
Venagile to the headset again: "There, I sang it. For the love of my grandfather, the story isn't even finished yet...WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE MIGHT BE ANOTHER ONE!?"