How can I face the shriveled balls Of my decrepit nemesis? I can smell that crotch from here! That sack has not been cleaned in years! It's gotta be drenched in layers Of sweat and piss But he taught me how to read And that has opened up new worlds Still that stench, rancid flesh, Soaked in crotch juice, pus, and ass Good God! It makes me want to hurl! I can't deny him his dying wish!!! Even though I swear I'll faint If I find some ancient dingle berries sticking to his taint... But wait! I must stand for something! I'm a hero, after all... I must have the balls to face his nasty, cadaverous, spidery, putrid, rash-ridden, lice-infested, Limburger-smelling, wretch-inducing--- BALLS!!!