Rouxls Kaard (From "Deltarune")

(Spoken)

So the worms hath cometh out to play…

Thoust fools! Beholdeth, Rouxls Kaard, thou’re greatest adversary!

(Sung)

Thou crawle from the dirt

You fillest me with mirthe

While mine puzzles shalt fillst thee with fear!

You struggle and toil

You’re filled with turmoil

Bamboozeledeth for one hundred years!

Now thou seest

The power of mest

Youre mind will snap as you quit-

*Solve puzzle*

(Spoken)

…

GOD. DAMN IT.

SURPRISETH! Welcome backe, worms! Thou hast no hopeth now against mine EVEN GREATER PUZZLE! BEHOLDETH!

(Sung)

Toile and paine

Beholde mine domain-eth

As I slowly breatheth thine mind

Thou arteth fools

To challenge-e the rules

A greatere foe thou’ll never find-

*Solve puzzle*

(Spoken)

… …………….. Ah… ah ha… ah ha ha ha ha! That wasn’st really mine ultimate puzzle! I haveth a wayest better one right… here!

Ralsei: Can... Can we see it?

Rouxls: No.

(Sung)

Sometimes it gets real hard

No one around here appreciates the card

Mayhaps thou shalt stop

Take a little-e dip into mine hip shop

The duke of puzzles, that’s me

Servingeth the king obediently

Mine hobbies includeth long walks in the dungeon

And calligraphyest, too, for fungeon

Shut up! Of course that rhymed!

I should lockest thou up for the crime

But I probably won’t, let’s be honest here,

‘Tis not exactly a cushy career

I’m the newest edition, the Kaard’s a replacement,

The dukes beforeth me are now in yon basement

But ooh, look at you, on pinseth and needles,

Have I your attention, little water beetle?

I love the lords and ladybugs

Arms spread wide leaning down for hugs

For all who appreciate the sesquipedalian

Who runeth rings arounde lightner aliens.

Shut up! I’m still good at rhyming!

For I am a master of dramatic timing!

In glory and wit there is no equal!

(I hope I get more lines in the sequel)

Thou’re victory is just a fluke

Everyone knows to bet on duke

I’m nationwidesteth, I’m bad

I’m at leasteth a Number-2 Dad

Get thee gone, I’m going on the scene,

The epitome of thine hopes and dreams

Stilleth the Duke of Rhyming! My record’s not marred!

Lyrical victory with only thirty-two bars.

(Spoken)

A neweth record. Perfection incarnate, much liketh mine own self. What, art thou still listening, worms? Have I that greateth an attraction? I supposeth I should not beeth surprised, yon fanbase hath some interesting ideas.