A love poem slipped under the door of Selika's quarters by an anonymous admirer:

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more

I don't know why you're so Krath
I give you my love, but get your wrath
So what is light and what is dark?
Gimme a sith

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more

Oh, I don't know, who should I kill?
Turel or Vorsa, it's up to you
I’ll kill NPC’s, just me and you
I can't go on

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more

Want to get it on, no other PCON
This is our house, our clan
Stay up until dawn, never will be gone
Is it love?

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?

(To the tune of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEXWRTEbj1I)

Misium And Julia Sitting In A Tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G

Oh Julia, I know that this is unexpected,
but it seems the time has come to tell you how I feel.
And when all my words have been spoken,
I hope that you will understand my heart.

When I pass you in the halls each day,
my rage is only flared slightly.
It seems of all the people I have come across,
it is you whom I hate the least.

When I look upon your face,
I am not immediately repulsed.
It is true, I must speak highly,
though you look only marginally better than a bantha's rectum.

Though your voice is grating,
I feel as though I could endure it for 2, maybe even 3 minutes.
And though your scent is putrid,
it's better than tauntaun innards, at least.

All of these things add up to mean
that you're a very special girl.
And so when the time finally comes for me to exterminate all sentient life,
I think I'll kill you last, and only torture you a little bit.

Please find attached my submission for the "Don't I Know You?" competition.

- Atra "Xue Long" Ventus #11708

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ICr1ohFN6TipEOSVwSFxFYAWY-HlR-87x67BkyN0rQo/edit?usp=sharing

Enjoy. It was a bit rushed but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.