That’s a brilliant thing you said, my master
It deserves to be preserved in plaster
Legions will remember you, my master,
After you’re dead— your wit and attitude
Your talent’s not just x, it’s y, my master
I only wish you would die faster
So we could honor who you were, my master
At present, that honor’s deferred— huge mood
Is there still more you’d like from me, my master?
Please consider me your own spell-caster
I hang upon your every word, my master
I’ll follow you right through to heaven’s cue
You are out of messages until 4
My master, would you like to buy some more?