Tytuł: SLOTH

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They call me the sloth
  Way down in the ghetto
  Italian Spaghetti
  Singing falsetto
  Sleeping all day
  Rip Van Winklin'
  Spend my nights in bars
  Glasses tinklin'
  
  I'm so bad
  He's so nasty
  Ain't got no friends
  Real outcasty
  Stay out of my way
  Or you'll end up a cripple
  I'll take this piece of paper
  And slice you in the nipple
  
  They call me the sloth
  Way down in the ghetto
  Italian Spaghetti
  Singing falsetto
  Sleeping all day
  Rip Van Winklin'
  Spend my nights in bars
  Glasses tinklin'
  
  Colonel Forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the
  cell. He ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again
  about the door. He had traveled through the door out of necessity. Once
  he knew it existed, he simply couldn't leave it alone. Just like Wilson.
  Just like Tela. Just like Errand Wolfe. And he sat in the dungeon, and he
  realized that he was back again; through the door. And through the tiny
  window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains.
  Errand
  Errand
  Errand
  Errand
  And from atop the mountain Icculus looked down on all that went on below
  him. And he smiled.