You're a mean one, Mr. Thief.
You really are a Curse.
You're as cuddly as a Contraband,
You're as charming as an Ill-Gotten-Gain.
Mr. Thief.
You're a cheap Conspirator
With a greasy Black Market.
You're a Minion, Mr. Thief.
Your Highway's an empty Trash.
Your Hoard is full of Ghost Ships,
You've got Copper in your Moat.
Mr. Thief.
I wouldn't Stash you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot Pawn.
You're a vile one, Mr. Thief.
You have Smugglers in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick Ambassador.
Mr. Thief.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick Ambassador.
You're a Loaned one, Mr. Thief.
You're a nasty, wasty Witch.
Your Highway is full of unwashed Coppersmiths.
Your Moat is full of Dukes.
Mr. Thief.
The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:
You're a rotter, Mr. Thief.
You're the King of sinful Scouts.
Your Highway's an Embargo Token splotched
With moldy Golden spots,
Mr. Thief.
Your Moat is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
Rabble imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up Goons.
You nauseate me, Mr. Thief.
With a nauseaus Shanty Town.
You're a crooked jerky Jacky
And you drive a Discarded Dominion.
Mr. Thief.
You're a three decker Scrying Pool and Trader's Route Island
With Oasis sauce!
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Top that.
