For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed: And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still!
Anyone gets in the way, just shoot 'em. Politely.
And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. If someone tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back!
So here's us, on the raggedy edge. Don't push me... and I won't push you.