7 August 2012
I'll have to give up ever going to bed! The worst comes to pass while I'm resting my head. Just minding my business, asleep for the night, And when I awake, I'm strapped to a bike!
The path ahead leads off an oceanside cliff And this cackling maniac exudes cheesey whiffs. So I summon my courage and draw a deep breath, And pedal off hard to seeming sure death.
But I need no path! I yank handlebars hard. I'm no super hero, but no tub of lard! I go bouncing up boulders, jump over a tree, And skid down a slope until I am free.
Leaving BedHairy genius scratching his pate, to regret providing my means of escape. But getting away does not mean I'm done. My civic duty has barely begun.
There's dangerous lunatics roaming about! The people should know, I must get the word out. We have to restore some order and calm, put an end to kidnappings, battles and bombs!
Cheesebattle Spreads! • Opuss № I