The best song ever

[Miror B.]

Bodies roasting on an open fire.
Fog of war, nipping at your nose.
Headshots, being done by a pro.
And folks dressed up like Abomanations.

Everybody knows a bloody mess
and some powerups
Help to make the season bleak
Tiny tots with their minds scarred
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Pudge's on his way
He's loaded lots of range
and upgrades on his hook
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if meathooks
really know how to fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
many times, many ways
Merry Pudgemas to you.

[Vegas]

Vegas ist weg, kotzen