From Jancis Milburga to Tausenadel Geispyrsyn
By Nathan
The Coral Sea cookout was going full swing; almost everyone around had just arrived
Popotoes were on the grill, and the drinks began to spill, leavin' everybody feelin' quite alive.
The kabobs were grillin' down when Yellow-coats from Limsa-town showed up and started tellin' us to flee.
They said, "Everyone should leave, for you really must believe, that sailor corpses are a-crawlin' from the sea!"
That's when Tausenadel said, "We ain't losin' this cookout to undead!"
It's a Popoto Cookout Beatdown time! We're roastin' up the popotoes for you.
And if the undead won't behave, we'll knock 'em back into the waves from this here Popoto Cookout time.
The zombies started shamblin' in as everyone was stammerin', a-wonderin' why the sodden dead had rose.
But the answer became clear, that all the undead sailors here were just followin' their nose.
Instead of simply packin' up, the chef then started smackin' up the zombies with his trusty grillin' tools.
And he shouted to the crowd, with a voice all deep and loud, "My popotoes ain't for no zombie fools!"
Then everybody cheered, and started bashin' undead 'tween their ears!
It's a Popoto Cookout Beatdown time! We're roastin' up the popotoes for you.
And if the undead wanna fight, well, we've got all day and night for this here Popoto Cookout time.
When the skirmishin' was done, it was clear that everyone was covered head to toe in zombie goo.
But Tausenadel manned the grill, lo and behold it was still filled with perfect popoto kabobs .... for me.... and you.
By Nathan
The Coral Sea cookout was going full swing; almost everyone around had just arrived
Popotoes were on the grill, and the drinks began to spill, leavin' everybody feelin' quite alive.
The kabobs were grillin' down when Yellow-coats from Limsa-town showed up and started tellin' us to flee.
They said, "Everyone should leave, for you really must believe, that sailor corpses are a-crawlin' from the sea!"
That's when Tausenadel said, "We ain't losin' this cookout to undead!"
It's a Popoto Cookout Beatdown time! We're roastin' up the popotoes for you.
And if the undead won't behave, we'll knock 'em back into the waves from this here Popoto Cookout time.
The zombies started shamblin' in as everyone was stammerin', a-wonderin' why the sodden dead had rose.
But the answer became clear, that all the undead sailors here were just followin' their nose.
Instead of simply packin' up, the chef then started smackin' up the zombies with his trusty grillin' tools.
And he shouted to the crowd, with a voice all deep and loud, "My popotoes ain't for no zombie fools!"
Then everybody cheered, and started bashin' undead 'tween their ears!
It's a Popoto Cookout Beatdown time! We're roastin' up the popotoes for you.
And if the undead wanna fight, well, we've got all day and night for this here Popoto Cookout time.
When the skirmishin' was done, it was clear that everyone was covered head to toe in zombie goo.
But Tausenadel manned the grill, lo and behold it was still filled with perfect popoto kabobs .... for me.... and you.
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