This is a message from the battlefront from your trusted night, Sir Daniel Sexbang.
I have ridden thousands of miles
I have survived the deadliest trials
I've fought through battles you can't even dream
For a taste of your peppermint creams
Sword and steed are all that I've had
To conquer the evil over the land
But the beacon of light at the end of their schemes
Was the thought of your peppermint creams
Talkin' about your boobies!
The peppermint creams are your boobies!
Your boobalicious boobies!
Gah, just lemme get at those boobies one time!
Lost in the dark of eternal night
Failing my quest meant the end of my life
And when things were the worst, I wanted to scream
Then I thought of your "peppermint creams"
Now I kneel and pray to the gods
Amidst falling cities and crumbling facades
That I shall return and make you my queen
And bask in your peppermint creams
Also your butt! The term peppermint creams
Also refers to your sweet butt!
Oh! Your ass cheeks from heaven! (Heaven, heaven!)
Which do I like more? Your boobs or your butt?
God above, don't make me choose! I'd rather die than choose! I'd rather fucking die!
And with these last words, I must now bid you adieu
You are my princess and I will always love you...r boobs. It's the boo- I like the boobs more. I just realised.