I am never serious.

LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

A groovy mystery, gang.

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They were all in love with 'Shy and they were drinkin' from a fountain that is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain.

"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."