IN DANGER

 CReep AROUND LIKE A LAG BONE
ALWAYS MENTION THE SIDE-SLICE
LET IT BE KNOWN THAT NO ONE IN 
A MILLION YEARS WILL BELIEVE YOU
BUG BONES COME TOO LATE + TOO
SHEEPISH SO NEVER CLOCK THEM
KEEP YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT IN DANGER
FIND OUT THE DEFINITION OF ZOOT SUITS
SLIT OPEN ANYONE WHO CHALLENGES YOU
SMASH THEIR FOREHEADS LIKE A HAMMER
TAKE THE ATMOSPHERE OUT OF OTHERS 
POCKETS (THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO CONTROL YOU)
FIND A BONE-BAG (USEFUL AT NIGHT)
DON'T FORGET THAT IT CAN GET REALLY HORRIBLE
WIPE THE SCREEN REGULARLY 
DON'T EVER SNEEZE

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