Quick Change
My character's entrance. Jim Quick, con man and master of the quick exit, gets sprung from jail by a mysterious black envelope. He was locked up for treason after an awkward bedroom situation, and he went to jail rather than betray his queen's honor. That's discretion, right there.
Let me tell you 'bout a man fresh outta jail
Didn't serve his time, didn't post no bail
Black envelope showed on the warden's desk
In Luminarch script, giving him distress
Said to send out someone of potato face
Soft round body, a pure disgrace
His crime merely treason to the crown
Caught red handed, glass all around
If you're needing to slip a trick
Look no further than ol' Jim Quick
See, the cops came in to an awful scene
Two men in the bedroom, one short and lean
Other tall and fat, wrapped up in a sheet
Arguing about their criminal feat
The case was clean, the verdict fair
In the queen's bedchamber these fools would dare
Break and enter through the window glass
But for treachery, they wouldn't pass
If you're needing to slip a trick
Look no further than ol' Jim Quick
That's the story, the public face
But it's just a lie to save the queen disgrace
Only one of those men was unwelcome guest
And that was the one that came in dressed
Good to the eye's not always good to the touch
And in the dark and cold, no need to be too rough
Sometimes soft and gentle but strong and long's the way
He'd blow your mind the ol' Jim Quick way
If you're needing to slip a trick
Look no further than ol' Jim Quick
So he claimed to thievin', he confessed the crime
Surrendered meekly to serve his time
Then the envelope came to change his fate
Sent to escort a man once named Highgate
Now with the little thief and a racist dwarf
That man and his robot out on the wharf
Board the Aegis Six, Leviathan class
Give him half a chance, and he'll show you fast
If you're needing to slip a trick
Look no further than ol' Jim Quick
If you're needing to slip a trick
Look no further than ol' Jim Quick