Bravely rode Sir Tui, Rode forth from....Moucechatamalot (needs work)
He was not afraid to die, not brave Sir Tui.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Tui!
He was not the least bit scared to be smashed into a pulp
And have his eyes gouged out and his elbows brokennnnn;
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Tui!
His head smashed in, and his heart gouged out,
And his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils raped, and his bottom burned off,
And his pen-
(Sound of gunshot.....Localdisnyfan staggers off with gunshot wound to the chest, trident still sticking out of his cranium...)
(Okay...time how long this takes to be sent to the litter box!)