Laughing histarically, Mookster the Jester creeps up behind the mistempered Lady Lucinda and rhymes:
Ahh, Lady Lucinda, shall we play a fife?
We were sisters I bet, in a past life
We make fun of the weak
And strangle the meak...
But the only difference is
Mine is for fun, and show biz...
And you mean it with your blunt wit
My jokes are fun, while yours are legit
While waiting for the cowering Sir Pita Holly to respond, Lady Lucinda whirls around at the sound of the poetic jester, Mookster, thinking briefly it might be something musical.
"Could you sing Mookster? So I can make a proper entrance? I'll come in again if only you sing with that sweet voice of yours. Pretty please. Sing me a tune or rhyme me something flattering to music. I'll make it worth your while!"
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