Doomèd captive in my dungeon,
("I am sitting on my luncheon.")
Very soon you shall be wishing
("Oh, my sandwich is all squishy!")
That your broken voice could shout, how
("What are you rambling about now?")
YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU MET ME.
("Wow. Congrats. I'll get confetti.")
Shut up.
("What up! Hahahaha.")
You'll be WEEPING, you'll be WAILING--
("Do you care for parasailing?")
You are WEARING ON MY PATIENCE--
("Or swordfighting, Mister Ancient?")
...you are getting very snobby.
("Maybe opera's your hobby. Haha!")
You are the worst at Pretend, ever.
("Your meter's off. Also,
I don't have a rhyme for that.")
I don't have a rhyme for that.")
Don't bother.
They were getting worse anyway.