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'Jingle decides to take out the smaller targets first. She is able to fend off the assault and trains her fire on the main one.
Jingle shoots. However, the being blocks the shot with one of her wings, and from behind a couple long white appendages lash towards Jingle and disarms and disables her.
Jingle's feet, arms, and eyes are tied by some of the being's substance. She can no longer move.'
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No poll rhyme today, but don't worry, it's an extra big one today.
Image Rhyme
I rubber necked
I do protest
I raise object
Unpassed the test
This violates, a rule as such
Not a good look, but not by much
Were I to give, my personal touch
I would have gone, for a different crutch
When Jingle parts, we’re left alone
She does the hall, as we were shown
At the end, with the Boogie blown
We cut to Cass, the fate Unknown
Remember the lab, the reuniting?
We do it again, with a twist most biting
We expect to see, Jingle fine and able
But instead, bound by cable
Such a twist, perhaps best doen in thirds
Instead of done, on the second word
It lets us space
All the fares
Of needs and care
A fake trick played
Instead hand stayed
As we’re the ones fooled
Our ally schooled
That is to say, if I may linger
As I explain, with waving finger
This routing misses the punch and bite
That a twist of expectation, so easily might
Yet who am I, but a voice of hindsight
My great shame, I will recite
For I had thought, she was a decoy
I figured Leah’s face, she’d rather us enjoy
Instead of hiding it under her enemy’s skin
Especially when, she gets to rub it all in
Also since when do Boogies fold, bulge and crease
I thought they were fluid, tight and sleek
All that aside, I repeat once more
A plot loss, is such a bore
For a story, based on choice
And even more, it takes our voice
Not that it matters, we scream a gestalt
The irony is, we are the Boogies at fault.
Oh?
Did you miss?
The sense of bliss?
The gentle kiss?
The subtle hiss?
Surely you caught on, to the truth of the matter
Our voting and yelling, our endless chatter
We are the Boogies, guiding her wholehearted
The hivemind of many, espousing its joys
It is ironic, we lost before we started
Ever since the beginning, we performed with such poise
The climax awaits, we all know the end
Let us join Leah, and allow Cassandra to blend
Together with us all, and cleanse the false Queen
And bathe in the light, that will soon be seen!
Image Rhyme
I rubber necked
I do protest
I raise object
Unpassed the test
This violates, a rule as such
Not a good look, but not by much
Were I to give, my personal touch
I would have gone, for a different crutch
When Jingle parts, we’re left alone
She does the hall, as we were shown
At the end, with the Boogie blown
We cut to Cass, the fate Unknown
Remember the lab, the reuniting?
We do it again, with a twist most biting
We expect to see, Jingle fine and able
But instead, bound by cable
Such a twist, perhaps best doen in thirds
Instead of done, on the second word
It lets us space
All the fares
Of needs and care
A fake trick played
Instead hand stayed
As we’re the ones fooled
Our ally schooled
That is to say, if I may linger
As I explain, with waving finger
This routing misses the punch and bite
That a twist of expectation, so easily might
Yet who am I, but a voice of hindsight
My great shame, I will recite
For I had thought, she was a decoy
I figured Leah’s face, she’d rather us enjoy
Instead of hiding it under her enemy’s skin
Especially when, she gets to rub it all in
Also since when do Boogies fold, bulge and crease
I thought they were fluid, tight and sleek
All that aside, I repeat once more
A plot loss, is such a bore
For a story, based on choice
And even more, it takes our voice
Not that it matters, we scream a gestalt
The irony is, we are the Boogies at fault.
Oh?
Did you miss?
The sense of bliss?
The gentle kiss?
The subtle hiss?
Surely you caught on, to the truth of the matter
Our voting and yelling, our endless chatter
We are the Boogies, guiding her wholehearted
The hivemind of many, espousing its joys
It is ironic, we lost before we started
Ever since the beginning, we performed with such poise
The climax awaits, we all know the end
Let us join Leah, and allow Cassandra to blend
Together with us all, and cleanse the false Queen
And bathe in the light, that will soon be seen!
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