Fluff up your fur.
Straighten your whiskers.
Polish your teeth.
Get ready,
Cause we're going to the ball.
The ball for the twisted, the foul, and the sinister.
Clean your guns,
Shine your knives.
Cause we're going to blow this out of the water.
Stand in a line.
Bow your heads and whisper a prayer,
Cause I'm about to end this party with a bang.
If you haven't figured it out yet, I hate to rhyme. Too hard for me.
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