I close my client, tell us why must we suffer...
Uninstalled my mods, for yours will drags us under...
My arms grow tired, tell us where must we wander...
How can we carry on if gooning's beyond us...

To all of my modbeasts in whom cum flows abundant...
To all of my modbeasts to whom Yoshi-P hath passed his judgement...
The soul yearns for gooning, and the flesh the Marebeast...
Look to those who goon before to lead those who goon after...

Shining is the Land's light of Ptom...
Ever flows the Land's well of Penumbra...
Mod free, mod free, mod free, believe...
The game is dead, so believe...