An old frozen glacier
Northern lights fall on twilight
And coldness descends.

What shall we do with a drunken Sith Lord,
What shall we do with a drunken Sith Lord,
What shall we do with a drunken Sith Lord ear-ley in a war?

Put him to bed with the GM's daughter,
Put him to bed with the GM's daughter,
Put him to bed with the GM's daughter, ear-ley in a war!

Whey-hey the Brotherhood arms again,
Whey-hey the Brotherhood arms again,
Whey-hey the Brotherhood arms again, ear-ley in the war.

(Sung to the tune of Drunken Sailor
*GM's daughter is a form of cat o' nine tails/flaying in this case!)

Atty will absolutely throw a party and decorate the hall with rainbows and goddamned glitter before presenting me with an alicorn.

Because reasons.