It's not my poetry, it's... it's theirs. They're 'practicing' this, apparently...
[One of the parasites continues on, proudly reciting the lines he's learned, while the other gestures toward Gregg, beckoning him to do that again. Clearly, this is amusing their weirdo captors.]
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[One of the parasites continues on, proudly reciting the lines he's learned, while the other gestures toward Gregg, beckoning him to do that again. Clearly, this is amusing their weirdo captors.]