[Mouri takes out the flute and blows on it. Fweeee]
In the heat of the summer some troll ran around something something something rhyme Sigrun the Brave and her merry band swooped in and kicked his ass They clanged until it died something something I think there was blood
[Not even close, god damn it. Yeah, he doesn't remember it. He was too in shock and he is too drunk to recall it well enough]
It also included like eleven lines praising herself.
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[Mouri takes out the flute and blows on it. Fweeee]
In the heat of the summer some troll ran around
something something something rhyme
Sigrun the Brave and her merry band
swooped in and kicked his ass
They clanged until it died
something something I think there was blood
[Not even close, god damn it. Yeah, he doesn't remember it. He was too in shock and he is too drunk to recall it well enough]
It also included like eleven lines praising herself.