With a blinding flash, he struck me at the head. I woke up screaming, looking at 7 dwarves atop my bed.
My mind was reeling in a haze, from all the confusion of this scene I had trouble finding a point, to this narrative daze So let me start back where I was, back in those grimy London streets where there's a candyman on the corner, selling delicious sweet treats...
And then softly whispered to thee "How would you like to challenge me? You must, if you wish to be free. In the sky or under the sea?"
What manner of challenge do you propose By sea or sky, I shan't deny a trepidation to apply myself to aught that comes to blows