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Region: The Bar on the corner of every region

Jehovahs witness

The Witness stirs from their nap, slapping a paper on the counter before drifting off to a nap again.

The gator went for a drink
And thusly I came along
For a hitman it can be
For the forces of wrong

I bought a round or three
And we made merry
Then I pulled my file
And targeted a fairy

He's currently gone away
Results are still pending
Either which way
Today, a life is ending