[O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our painful season

We gave our people ways to grow on their own, ways to not constantly rely us deities,

Various ways to hold their own aplenty,

And, yet, it has done nothing, they keep asking to descend for every little plea.

Every little plea, they ask us to hear, every second, of every year.

Never do they try, never do they see the solution does not need us for every little thing.

They ask, they send their pleas to us from above,

For simple things they could have easily done alone.

Where is the love for the unknown? 

It is nonexistent, all they ever do is plea, plea, plea.

Dear divine above, help us please?

Don't you see?

O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns,

What's a deity to do,

When our people refuse to grow? Refuse to change?

We ask ourselves this

On the daily.

And yet, the answer to such shall never arrive

For all eternity.

We tell them they could have easily 

Accomplished such feat by their lonesome,

But, they claim that is not the case

For reasons of many!

Don't you see?

The mortals continue to run us dry and care little of how little water in the well remains!

O, our poor, poor godbuns of stabbing pain with no sense of reprieve,

What will it take for our people

To gain self sufficiency?

We cannot descend down upon the mortal plane

For every little thing, and yet,

They call us for almost everything that desire and seek!

We can only do so much,

And yet, it's never enough.

We cannot run to their aid endlessly.

We do not know all, we do not see all.

Why can't they see?

There is no such thing as limitless power,

Dear mortals below, give us a moment of reprieve 

But, therein lies a wall

That will never break!

Don't you see?

We we do not have every second of every moment

To answer to every single little plea!

O, our poor, poor godbuns drowning in bleeding tears of exploding misery,

What can be done to change this never ending curse of self insufficiency?

Our people need to learn

How to rely on themselves 

Rather than us deities!

And yet, they keep on asking, pleading, begging for every little thing!

Why, o why, is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of constant suffocation aplenty,

Change needs to happen, pretty please!]

Aaah, aaaah, aaaah, aaaaah, aaaah, aaaah.

Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaah!

Blinking back into existence, the bun groaned. What happened again? Turning towards the noise, everything came back. Oh, right, he came to Stratopia for some job. What did Preciobu want him to do again? He needs to try and remember, hurry. Ugh, why does his wrist feel so tingly? Come on, Siorc, try and recall, what did he have to do again?

Aaaah, aah, aaah, aaah, aaaah!

Aaah, aaah, aaaah, aaah, aah!

"Someone, please, stop Hungry Chipmunk! Lordy, lordy!" Valaha cried. "Lordy, I thought having her bite someone else would work!"

"I guess not!" Cordon cried. "Why did a bun from Seeboro have to come here for? Whatever, too late for that now, I guess!"

Crumpling up into a ball on the ground beneath him, everything came back to him. Oh, that's right, Preciobu asked him to stop Hungry Chipmunk from eating the rocket. Haha, looks like he failed. Can they please just fire him instead? There's no way he's going to be able to put a stop to this. Wrist burning, he closed his eyes once more.

Aaaah, aaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaah!

"Lordy, lordy, she's eating the insides now, too!" Valaha cried. "Everyone, watch out, the bolts are coming!"

Aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Screams only getting louder, the young adult blinked back into existence once more. What's happening again? What did he have to stop? Oh, that's right, he has to find a way to stop Hungry Chipmunk from eating the spaceship. Why does he have to do that again? It's no use, he can't remember. Did he eat rocket fuel too? No, no, of course not, don't be silly, Siorc.

Aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaah.

"Cordon, come on! Please, you ought do something!" Velours cried.

"And, what am I supposed to do?!" Cordon cried, hands waved in the air.

"Aren't you supposed to be her sister?!" Velours cried, waving their hands in the air. "Call out to her or something!"

"Don't you think if it were that easy, that would have worked by now?!" Her voice was shaking.

"Well, biting didn't either, now did it?!" Their arms were crossed.

"Oh, lordy, she's drinking the the fuel again! Someone, please, stop her!" Valaha cried.

Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Sniff, sniff.

Whiffing up a smoky scent, everything came back to the farmer. Oh, that's right, he was sent here to stop Hungry Chipmunk from eating Stratopia's final spaceship. How was he supposed to do that again? Think, Siorc, think, what did Empty Beaver tell him to do? Right, she said to have her bite him. That sure worked out wonderfully, didn't it? Some grand plan that was.

Standing upright, the young adult gazed at the rocket. Outer layer biting the dust, the bun flew upward. He has to do something, quick! But, what can be done at this point? Maybe he should try and get her to duel him? How would that work? He needs to think of something, hurry. Any second now, and the ship would be gone for good.

"Someone, please, help me!" Hungry Chipmunk cried. "My teeth are tingling!"

Aaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Zap, zap, zap, zap, zap, zaparoo, zapperoni, zapoo.

Close by buildings set ablaze, the bun huffed hopped towards Hungry Chipmunk. This is bad, really bad. Why isn't anyone doing anything? Are they going to just stand there and scream? Was this something that happened every time? He supposed that was likely the case. Well, no more standing around, it's time to end this feast once and for all!

"Lordy, lordy, no, not the capitol!" Valaha cried. She then clapped her hands together. "O, dear divine above, ple--." Slap.

"What are you thinking summoning Preciobu at a time like this?!" Velours cried. "Don't you dare!"

"What else am I supposed to do?!" Valaha cried. She then clapped her hands together again. "O, dear divine above plea--." Slap.

"Try and summon Preciobu again, and I'll eat you!" They bit down on her paw as they said such.

"Ow, fine, I won't, okay?! What are we supposed to do then, huh?!" Her hands were waved in the air.

Stepping towards Laine, the young adult took a deep breath. Please, let this work this time. The spaceship, how much of it is left now? Only the inside. Great, this job was a complete an utter failure. Wait, no, this is amazing, please, godbuns, fire him from being their plaything! No, no, Siorc, now's not the time, focus on the main issue here!

Zap, zap, zap.

Area around him crackling up a storm, the bun's shield was out and ready. Hungry Chipmunk turning towards him, he prepared himself. Please, let this work this time. Hands out in front of him, the farmer drew on the air. He spelled the word duel, right? Maybe he didn't. Ugh, his head is spinning.

"Huh? Duel?" Laine asked. "You want to fight?"

Nodding, the bun curled his fingers. If it's a duel she wants, then it's a duel she'll get! But, as he prepared to exit off towards the corner, the peanut gallery in the corner glared daggers at him. Oh, great, here they come saying nothing of value whatsoever. Let him guess, he should have just gotten her to bite him. Look where that got them all earlier! No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Maybe they'll join the fight as well instead of gawking.

"What do you mean a duel?!" Velours cried. "Are you serious right now?!"

"I don't see you having any bright ideas up there!" Velours cried. "If you plan on fighting her, don't say I didn't warn you if she knocks you into next week!"

"Lordy, lordy, her teeth are crackling!" Valaha cried, pointing. "Any second now, and the ship gonna burn!"

Party of three standing around, the vampa held in a sigh. Looks like it's just going to him against Laine. He shouldn't have expected the peanut gallery to join in. Oh, well. It's not like he needed their help anyway. Right, he can do this just fine! Or, can he? No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts!

"Okay, then let's duel!" Laine cried. "But, I'm warning you, I'm good!" She then clapped her hands together. "Summon the battlefield!"

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake.

Ground quivering, the young adult tried to keep himself upright. What's going on here? Why does it feel like Stratopia is about to blow? No, that's definitely not going to happen! Maybe. Or, will it? Why is his head spinning so much? Forget this, he has a rocket to stop from being devoured! Closing his eyes, the shakes of doom kept their momentum going for minutes on end.

Finding himself in a gigantic stadium like no other, the bun's ears twitched. Where did this place come from? Peanut gallery seated in the audience, the young adult gave them a good long stare. Watch him settle this! Field split down the middle, he placed himself on the right side of the field. Alright, is everyone watching? He's about to give this bun a taste of something good!

"I need a referee!" Laine cried.

"Are you serious right?!" Velours cried. "You're going to win the whole thing anyway!"

"Please, please can you referee, Velvel?" Her eyes were big, sparkling.

"Ugh, fine! Give me a second!" Stomp, stomp stomp stomp.

Lazy Beaver stomping away, the farmer cracked his knuckles. Alright, it's time for the duel between himself and Hungry Chipmunk to commence! How powerful was she? Maybe he could use this fight as a practice match for the Mystic Carrot Bowl. How much longer until that came around? Calendar from within blowing away, a realization was ready to poke him in the eye.

One week floating around, the bun's knees buckled. Hold on, there's how much time left until the Mystic Carrot Bowl?! Oh, no, this isn't good! He hasn't trained at all! No, no, Siorc, think of this as a warmup for the Mystic Carrot Bowl. And, besides, it's not like he needed to be the most powerful LopVampa out there, right? Of course not, don't be silly! Velours stomping onto the field, a flag had been waved with a fury.

"Let the duel between Unhappy Bunny and Hungry Chipmunk commence!" Velours cried, flag waved.

[Don't call me Unhappy Bunny! My name is Siorc!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Fine, let the duel between Siorc and Hungry Chipmunk commence!" Velours cried, correcting himself. "You'd better put that little sketch device of yours away before Laine eats it!"

"Stop it, please, don't say the word eat!" Laine cried, tears streaming down her face. "Please, uh, Siorc, can you put that thingy of yours away so we can start?" She then turned towards Velvel. "Velvel, if you'd please, tell him the rules!"

"You're making me do everything, aren't you?! Ugh, fine! Whoever cracks three crystals first is the winner!" Snap.

Talkmaster B put away, the vampa's eyes were practically on fire. Crack three crystals, huh? That shouldn't be too difficult, right? Little prisms soon on his arms, questions had begun to roll themselves around in the dirt. How does he get these things to crack? He supposes he'll have to aim for a weak spot? Maybe, that sounds like a plan. Here goes nothing!

Ding, ding.

"Let's get this started!" Laine cried, hopping.

Laine hopping upward, the young adult kept himself focused. What's she trying to do here? He'd better keep any eye on the prize here. Little rockets summoned, the vampa hopped back. What is this power of hers? He'd better focus! Creatures ready to hone in the farmer reached for his earring. It's too early to get kicked back now! Blade out and ready to go, the projectiles were sliced and diced into bits and pieces one after another.

"You can turn your little danglies into weapons? Wow, that's pretty impressive!" Laine cried.

"Is now the time to be going ooh and aah?!" Valaha cried.

"But, it's super cool, look!" Laine cried, pointing.

Back turned, the young adult made a run for it. Now's his chance! Earrings, come on, do their thing! Tail his for the taking, the young adult bent his knees. Take this! Sharp edges shaking hands with the bushy appendage, the bun kept going. And, now, for the next move, Supercharged Farmer Kick, raaa!

Crackle, crack.

Crystal shattering, the bun swore he could hear the crowd gasp one after another. What's with that reaction? Did he do something wrong? Oh, no, did he break a rule or something? Was he not supposed to do that? His apologies, if so. Oh, dear godbuns above, if he broke the rules, feel free to punish him for the next three thousand years!

"Sis, pay attention!" Cordon cried.

"Okay, okay, geez!" Laine cried. "Take this! Rocket Fuel Rain!"

Burning liquid dropping down from the sky all at once, the young adult let out a scream. His eyes, his eyes, someone help him! Everything blurring, the bun's fingers twitched. What is this LopVampa's power? He doesn't know. Come on, shake it off, he needs to get it together. Why is everything buzzing? Is anyone there, hello?

"Now we're talking!" Laine cried, hopping up and down. "Let's go, let's go, from the top! Rocket Fuel Rain, full power!"

Orange substance continuing its torrential downpour, the screams broke loose once more. His eyes, his face, what is this stuff? Tingling sensation crawling around every which way, the bun tried to get it together. But, such was a losing battle before it could even begin. World growing dim, a glassy feeling nibbled on his arm.

Crack, crackle.

Crack, crackle.

Arm feeling quite heavy, the vampa turned towards the crowd. What was that just now? Velours mumbling something in the corner, the young adult tried to get it together. What is going on here? Why does everything look frozen? Why can't he shake off this feeling of doom? What's he doing again? Can someone remind him?

"Don't you think you're overdoing it a little?!" Velours cried.

"No, why?" Laine asked.

"Just look at him!" Velours cried.

"Oh! He'll be fine, it's just a silly duel!" She giggled.

"Dial it down a notch, got it?!" Their voice was raised.

"Hmph, fine! But, I'm gonna win anyway! He's only got one crystal left!" Laine bit her lower lip as she said such.

Legs burning, the vampa huffed a weak breath. What was Laine's power? Come on, Siorc, think! What's her power? But, as he thought such, something whizzed past him. Leaping off towards the side, the questions kept on rolling in. Think! Come on, what are her powers? Why can't he seem to come to a conclusion here? Spinning head, be still!

Who knows what racing towards him, the bun let out a screech. If even one more of those things connects, he's a goner! Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. Come on, focus on the fight. He can do this. There's not much time left. White triangular blob racing towards him, the shields were ready for one last round.

Clang.

Creature becoming one with his defenses, the young adult jumped back. This should do it. It's time for the final blow! Projectile bounced back, the bun swore he could hear something pop somewhere. World ready to burn around him, the young adult became one with the ground. Eyes shutting tight, nothing remained.

Crack, crackle.

Crack, crackle. 

Oh, well, it's over now, isn't it? He tried his best.