>>11603852"O where ha you been, Lord Zyzz, my bro?
And where ha you been, my aesthetic young bruh?"
"I ha been at the misc; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi lifting, and fain wad lie down."
"An wha met ye there, Lord Zyzz, my bro?
And wha met ye there, my aesthetic young bruh?"
"O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi curlin, and fain wad lie down."
"And what did she give you, Lord Zyzz, My bro?
And wha did she give you, my aesthetic young bruh?"
"Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi deadliftin, and fein wad lie down."
"And what gat your gains, Lord Zyzz my bro?
And wha gat your Celltech, my aesthetic young bruh?"
"My Synthol and my protein; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi squattin, and fein wad lie down."
"And what becam of them, Lord Zyzz, my bro?
And what becam of them, my aesthetic young bruh?
"They stretched their legs out and died; mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi skullcrushin, and fain wad lie down."
"O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Zyzz, my bro!
