I am ill, Sigma Chi!
King Tut bit me!
Then he hurled!
We had to lick it up!
He made us lurk in the basement until Halloween.
Then we killed him.
Hulks in kilts are still dancing on his chin!
They gave him a wedgie.
They ate his glands.
Those hicks should chill!
The Gilded Age is over.
Nobody survived.
I am ill, Sigma Chi!
My world is dying, and I don't know why.
