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| − | =A lullabye, Tilogian style=
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| − | ''Pharmakeus, Chief Poisoner of Outer Tilog''
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| − | <pre>Hush little Garmy, I know what you crave
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| − | Pharma's gonna to buy you a Giblet slave
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| − | And if that Giblet slave won't bow
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| − | Pharma's gonna buy you an undead cow
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| − | And if that undead cow actually dies
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| − | Pharma's gonna buy you the Lord of Flies
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| − | and if that Lord of Flies won't play
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| − | Pharma's gonna buy you a virgin to slay
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| − | And if that virgin starts to beg
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| − | Pharma's gonna beat her with her own leg
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| − | And if that leg begins to break
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| − | Pharma's gonna carve out a big old steak
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| − | And take that steak juicy and raw
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| − | Pharma's gonna toss it in Garm's nasty maw
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| − | And when Garm swallows that juicy steak down
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| − | He'll be the meanest creature in town.</pre>
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| − | ''Now nighty night little Garm. You're gonna grow up to be a big big...thing''
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