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Spitball Fury
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by Rawclyde!
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The small sphere
Hurls Ghost Face
Deeply into space
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"Where did she go?"
He grits as the metal ball spins
Over Hong Kong
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There's so much space out here
His eyeballs
spin too
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And his head flies off
Knocks around
Seeking a way out
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His body goes thru a
Transformation
From weak to weaker
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Slows down to such a degree that
His cantankerous head decides to sneak back onto
The top of his neck
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Ghost Face secures it there
With a few pieces of duck tape
Leans on the stick
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The spitball burps
Farts &
Speeds forth
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