Resident Enis (feat. Markiplier & Dodger)

Chapter 54, page one hundred and five

Create a hellhound antidote and keep your victim alive

It says to cover one eyeball and the other one too

(What for?)

That's what the book says to do

We'll need a pile of raisins and a magical word

I like to use the term "Linguine" 'cause it's pretty absurd

And once we've found ourselves some raisins, pour them into a shoe

Then flick your ear - that's what the book says to do!

We have to iron a cactus, stick a bee in your nose

And then we'll eat a plate of flapjacks, draw some faces on toes

We'll all hold hands until they're sweaty, we'll pretend we can fly

And if we don't - we'll die!

(I made that part up.)

Here, hold this!

Now you take a creepy baby doll and shake it all around

Then you shriek like a weasel while you flail on the ground

Then once we've done that for two hours

Throw the baby down stairs

Then we'll hit each other with metal chairs

I'm having second guesses 'bout this spell-casting stuff

Okay, I found a couple tutus...

That's not nearly enough!

Next we'll scatter someone's ashes as we throw a parade

And then we'll sit and have a séance while we're playing Old Maid

Wear a big hat

Drink from this jar

None of this song makes sense so far

(I hope I have some chickens left!)

I don't know what he's up to, but it's certainly weird

He keeps asking for toenails...

...and a leprechaun beard!

I don't think we should trust him, he's completely insane

And all the nonsense we're doing seems expressly inane

Oh we should totally kill him!

Yeah, it seems like you're right

I mean, he looks pretty puny...

Won't be much of a fight

We can sneak up behind him!

Drive a stake through his heart!

Do your worst!

Ladies first!

If you won't impale him, then Enis will start a new verse!

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We've gotta whittle a pickle

Eat some parmesan cheese

And then we'll all watch a movie

("OH NO NOT THE BEES")

And next we'll take out the garbage

Summon hellbeasts from space

And then when the portal closes

Pull his sleeve up to expose his wounded arm

And kiss your friend's dead face!

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Let's expel our space-bound hellbeasts

And we'll take out the trash

We'll watch a flick and eat some cheese

And cut a pickle and dash

Inside we'll play kazoo and wear a hat

Use metal chairs like baseball bats

And flail and fly and paint all your toes

We'll eat some flapjacks and stick bees in your no- never mind

We'll grab a shoe to fill with snacks

And flick your ear with sneak attacks

And scream "Linguine!" to the max

So here it goes!