The Scribe of Bob

Draco warps the cloud in his prospect swiftly and quitely,
Start up his giant spacehoovers, quickly and silently.
Maybe he had too much huffing of the gas,
but by the time he realizes, he couldn't move his ass.

All the sudden he "hears" - from his implant - this odd voice
"Oh boy you gotta listen to this one", there is no other choice
It's me my son!, It is Bob!
Im here ‘cause I picked you to scribe all the blob!

Off you go! Im not pointing you now,
You do what ever it takes, I do not care how!
Also make sure to scribe all that are not blobs,
as the Dank Frags are the ones that now rocks!

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLF0JBLED3oUM8YK5lHbY5u0vvjIn433F1

Good ol' days

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BQyirD8EVMPkn7zqxpfFYH9H-8WbDeq5NTAqlYTWmNo/edit?usp=sharing