You're a mean one, Oh Conquest.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
And as charming as an eel,
Conquest!
You're a bad banana,
With a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Conquest!
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got garlic in your soul,
Conquest!
I wouldn't touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Conquest!
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