Poke and needle until I bare my sharp bloody fangs and burn holes into your very soul with my evil eyes! If you continue, irritating person that you are, my fury will not be contained. All you possess and all you pretend to love will be mine. Wait and see, my snoggleheaded enemy. Wait and see. My wrath will have you quivering in your old disgusting boots, and your constant nervous tick will never end. I will be behind every corner, I will be the shadow you fear... Pokee
Poke, Poke, Poke...Poke, Poke, Poke...Poke, Poke, Poke...
"Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Devil my soul to keep, if I die before I wake, I pray the Devil my soul to take...for if my poking does not cease, my soul will be captured by a beast, and to burn in hell is a fairer fate, then to prolong this torturous wait...for no mercy will the pokee show, and then I shall be no more"...Poker Prayer
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