Hey Bog, while you’re online, I wrote you a song.
Ahem.
“Post, post, Bog, come on!
We’ve been waiting dusk ‘till dawn!
I’m growing tired, hair is grey, come on Bog, post!
If you don’t very soon, Lancer sure is toast!
Diddly diddly diddly dee, doddly doodly doo!
Take one down, pass it around,
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