I wrote this in eighth grade. Enjoy its immaturness.
PROWLER
He prowled right in
To work that day
He knew what he had to get done
He growled at people
As they passed by
And as he passed next to them
He walked right in
And had some tea
For he was very thirsty
Walked into the cubicle
And sat down in his chair
He had to work like a dog
The Random Guild: Now with 20% sploof!
This guild is pointless and annoying, yet addictinig and beautiful. Much like my ex girlfriend.
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