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"The Sunflower Official was sitting around,
Keeping agents busy so they wouldn't burn him down..."

When suddenly Len burst from the shade
And hit the Flower with some defoliant spray

The Official called security and began to attack
But didn't expect to be blocked by Fearn
Who proceeded to open up a can of Skaro-fu
When Architeuthis came out of the blue...

And she started beating up the Fern Official
When they both got hit by the Len-mobile
But before it could make it back to the RC,
Agent Acacia popped into the scene

She took a poison-arrowed orc bow out from hammerspace
And fft! Len away with a thwack shunk shank
But she ran out of arrows and she ran away
Because agent Luxury came to have her way (with everybody)

This is the ultimate showdown, fought in the PPC
Agents and Flowers and minis,
As far as the eye can see,
And only one will survive,
I wonder who it will be?
This is the ultimate showdown fought in the PPC.

Official kicked the snot out of Luxury
Like the agents want to do Ebony
Then Fearn came back covered in a tire track
But Caroline jumped out and landed on his back

And Len was still injured and trying to get steady,
When Acacia came back with a poison-laced machete
But suddenly something caught her leg and she tripped --
Dead (the agent) took her out with her whip!

Matters were beginning to deteriorate
When should a disembodied voice in Swahili susurrate...
Then- "Witchcraft!" An accusation from the metaphorical podium
At this the halls erupted into pandemonium
And a lonesome pair of urple boots did the grapevine
Swahili always fooled these gullible swine!
(No offense meant, of course. I needed a rhyme.)
Clover Cress her tattered nails now fletcherized
It was swiftly that she met her unfortunate demise
Five agents down, ramping up the intensity
When suddenly through the smoke should the warriors see...