
“Master!”, cried the punters/“we urgently need rain!/We can no longer bear/this unprecedented pain!”/“I’m sorry my dear children/you beg for rain in vain/It is I who is in charge now/and mine’s the put-less reign./The bubble dragon shall be slain,/by me, the bubble bane./That rustling sound? That’s me…/as I drain and drain and drain.”/[ed note: cue evil laughter with lots of giant cave reverb] Pater Tenebrarum, Circling the Drain
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