Death to Cuteness
Oh Cutties, Oh Cutties, Where could thy be.
Running and hiding from G-R and Fleet.
EveGirl with hers, and them all on the run,
We're looking to fight and your ruining our fun.

You Dec'd us, and what do we do?
Chase you all down and pod you damned fools.
Camping all Day i wish we had smores.
These Cutie bastards are making me bored.

The chase is on, something seems odd.
The Cute EveGirl undocks, There, in a pod.

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