Dashing through the maps With a one gate robo play O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on goon legs ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to laugh and sing A harassing song tonight
Oh, cheongmal bells, cheongmal bells Cheongmal all the way Oh, what fun it is to drop With a one gate robo play Cheongmal bells, cheongmal bells Cheongmal all the way Oh, what fun it is to drop With a one gate robo play
A game or two ago I thought I'd make a drop And soon two zealots light Were seated by my side The drop was fast and hard Mine fields got the lots We hit another dud scarab And then we got downshot
Oh, cheongmal bells, cheongmal bells Cheongmal all the way Oh, what fun it is to drop With a one gate robo play Cheongmal bells, cheongmal bells Cheongmal all the way Oh, what fun it is to drop With a one gate robo play yeah
Oh, cheongmal bells, cheongmal bells Cheongmal all the way Oh, what fun it is to drop With a one gate robo play Cheongmal bells, cheongmal bells Cheongmal all the way Oh, what fun it is to drop With a one gate robo play
Twas the night before Protossmas, when all through the base Not a creature was stirring, not even a probe. The stockings were hung by the pylons with care, In hopes that St Tassadar soon would be there.
The shuttles were nestled all snug in their bays, While visions of zealot bombs danced in their heads. An arbiter in his stasis field, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the expo there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the wallin I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a wraith, and eight tinny dropships painted as deer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Jung Myun Hoon. More rapid than eagles his vultures they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen! To the back of the minerals! to the back of the base! Now micro away! Micro away! Micro away all!"
As vultures that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with a mineral, mine trick through the side. So up to the gateways the vultures they flew, With the dropships full of more, and Jung Myun Hoon too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The thumping and bumping of each frag grenade. As I rushed in my base, and was trying to flank, Down the chimney Jung Myun Hoon came with a tank.
He was dressed all in orange, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of vultures he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the skin of his face was as white as the snow.
The stump of a medal he held tight in his teeth, And the its chain encircled his head like a wreath. He had a slender face and ten long fingers, That shook when he laughed, like a collection of strings!
He was tall and thin, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know that all my probes were dead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And mined all the gateways, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his dropships, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Protossmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Frosty the archon was a jolly happy soul, With a corncob pipe and a button nose And two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the archon is a fairy tale, they say, He was made of templar but the children Know how he came to life one day. There must have been some magic in that Old silk hat they found. For when they placed it on his head He began to dance around. O, Frosty the archon Was alive as he could be, And the children say he could laugh And play just the same as you and me. Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump, Look at Frosty attack. Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump, That whole muta stack.
Frosty the archon knew The swarm was out that day, So he said, "Let's run and We'll have some fun Now before I get sniped away." Down to the expo, With a lightning in his hand, Running here and there all Around the square saying, Catch me if you can. He led them down the Beltway map Right to the sunken wall. And he only paused a moment when He heard the zerlgings fall For Frosty the archon Had to hurry on his way, But he waved goodbye saying, "Don't you cry, I'll be back again some day." Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump, Look at Frosty attack. Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump, That whole muta stack.
Every Toss Down in Toss-ville Liked Tossmas a lot...
But the Dong, Who lived just North of Toss-ville, Did NOT!
The Dong hated Tossmas! The whole Tossmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Tossmas Eve, hating the Toss, Staring down from his cave with a sour, Dongy frown At the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Who down in Toss-ville beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Tossmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his dong fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find a way to keep Tossmas from coming!" For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Toss girls and boys Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Toss, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would start on Toss-pudding, and rare Toss-roast-beast Which was something the Dong couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something he liked least of all! Every Toss down in Toss-ville, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with Tossmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Toss would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the Dong thought of the Toss-Tossmas-Sing The more the Dong thought, "I must stop this whole thing! "Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now! I MUST stop Tossmas from coming! ...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE DONG GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Dong laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Nal_rA hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Dongy trick! "With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nal_rA!"
"All I need is a reaver..." The Dong looked around. But since reavers are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Dong...? No! The Dong simply said, "If I can't find a reaver, I'll make one instead!" So he called his ling Max. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big shell on top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshakle shuttle And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Dong said, "Giddyap!" And the shuttle started down Toward the homes where the Toss Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the Toss were all dreaming sweet dreams without care When he came to the first house in the square. "This is stop number one," The old Dongy rA hissed And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But if Tassadar could do it, then so could the Dong. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row. "These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the whole room, and he took every present! Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Dong, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Toss' feast! He took the Toss-pudding! He took the roast beast! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as Flash. Why, that Dong even took their last can of Toss-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. "And NOW!" grinned the Dong, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Dong grabbed the tree, and he started to shove When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small probe! Little Cindy-Lou Toss, who was not more than two.
The Dong had been caught by this little Toss daughter Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Dong and said, "Santy Nal_rA, why, "Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Dong was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Nal_rA lied, "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed. And when Cindy-Lou Toss went to bed with her cup, HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
And the one speck of food The he left in the house Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing To the other Toss' houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Toss' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn... All the Toss, still a-bed All the Toss, still a-snooze When he packed up his shuttle, Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Sin-Chupung Jaedong, He rode to the tiptop to dump it! "Pooh-pooh to the Toss!" he was dong-ish-ly humming. "They're finding out now that no Tossmas is coming! "They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do! "Their mouths will hang open a minute or two "The all the Toss down in Toss-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Dong, "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Dong put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Toss-ville! The Grinch popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Toss down in Toss-ville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN'T stopped Tossmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Dong, with his Dong-feet ice-cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! "It came without packages, boxes or bags!" And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore. Then the Dong thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...? Well...in Toss-ville they say That the Dong's small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! And he...
...HE HIMSELF...! The Dong carved the roast beast!
Dong rest you merry gentlezerg, Let nothing you dismay, For Lee Jae Dong and Savior, Will rape protoss this day, And save us all from Youngho's power When all were gone astray: O tidings, of muta and ling, Lurker and ling, O tidings of ultra swarm and ling.
On December 25 2011 01:32 nepeta wrote: Dong rest you merry gentlezerg, Let nothing you dismay, For Lee Jae Dong and Savior, Will rape toss ass this day, To save us all from Youngho's power When all were gone astray: O tidings, of muta and ling, Lurker and ling, O tidings of ultra swarm and ling.
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