Bender Ben killed Pissdrunk Pam
And then he killed her yet again.
The shallow wound now oozing, cut
By a sword no mightier than a pen.
In a little bit Ben had a fit
And tied a striped noose round his neck.
They stuck him in a wooden box
And dressed him in his Sunday best
And all his friends, they came to mourn
The dear, departed dude deceased
And one sage lush forlornly sighed
"T'was truly duty killed the beast."
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