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[Phenixmirage]

The Protomen understand the value of a full, glorious face of hair. 

Spoiler: selection from Beards Going Nowhere (click to show/hide)

and when the engine gives out we won't worry
we know how we'll get by
We'll catch the wind with the hairs on my chin
and then baby we'll take to the sky
we'll say hello to the angels in heaven ('sup girl)
and then we'll pass heaven by
we've got better things to do with our lives
then shave our faces and die

Don't give up
Don't give in
Without a beard you know you'll never win

But girl Its time for me to go
Where only a man can go
My heart is on fire and if I don't feed it fast it'll just burn up and fade
I love you girl you've got to know that
You'll be so proud of me
You'll watch me hop on my pegasus, girl
10000 angels singing for me as I ride my pegasus through the city to the edge of the city and then out of the city and into the fields
Fields thick and strong like the beard that I'll grow
you'll watch as I ride through the night
You'll see, I'll set the night on fire with my burning heart and my glorious man beard
And everyone will love me and I'll be a man
I'll finally be a man.

[Funburns]

It has already been quoted twice, I realy should ~snip~

Hat is off, awesome is yours.

Real life is already generated by Toady's language engine. My shirt... is pants?

Anyways, who now can deny that song alone justifies making 31.20 or .21 all about procedurally generated writing and songs, and inns to sing them in?

All is gems and pregnancy
All is gems and pregnancy
All is gems and pregnancy and apes!

[Meta]

Fichtre!

Now I've got this stupid awesome song blocked in my head.

*sings along*
All is gems and pregnancy
All is gems and pregnancy
All is gems and pregnancy and apes!

[TolyK]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Dashing through the stone
with a dull, half-broken pick
under the feilds we go
(with our) atomsmashing stick!
Pick apart the wagon
From a log make one workshop
And with the other two you left
An axe for lots more wood.

O-OH!

Jingle bells!
Need some shells.
Craftsdwarve's got a mood!
Forgotten beast!
Let's have a feast!
Oh crap there's rotting food...

OH!

Jingle bells!
Abbeyfells
will not survive to long...
We just hope
That there's a dope
Who'll finish this stupid song...

O-OH!

Now the ground is red
So go in while you can
Take the stuff tonight
And we'll have goblins in our pan.
Just take that stupid bed
And put it in that room
Oh I don't care about your share
Just put him in his tomb.

O-OH!

Jingle bells!
Have no wells
We've run out of booze!
The trolls have struck
We're out of luck
HEY GUYZ LETZ HAV A SNOOZ!

O-OH!

We've finished the magma pump
That'll take it from the ground
Put salvage in that dump
Don't let stuff lie around.
The magma trap is done
And we'll have lots of ?Fun?
Just toss that cat with a furry gnat
Down to the magma sea.

O-OH!

Winter's fine!
Adamantine!
We've all got that mood!
We'll mine some out and wealth be doubt
Though we're running out of food..

O-OH!

Dug too deep...
What the creep!
What the hell is that??
Oh WHY'S IT COMING STRAIGHT AT US
Oh Urist IT'S THAT CAT . . .

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Mine, from another thread