Sixty Percent
We caught a spy, and Ar3 had a trick nobody saw coming. It was a low-magic setting, so her truth spell came out of her vents as a mist. The hard part was guessing how much of what he said was true, and sixty percent felt generous.
We found a spy
A little guy
Writing down what came to his eye
We caught him then
Took him in
To the room for interrogation!
We wondered how
We had him now
Would what he say have a true sound?
When with a hiss
Out from her vents
Ari let loose the strangest scent
Sixty percent of the time it works!
Other forty, might make things worse
Sure it might smell like gasoline,
Just take a whiff of Sex Panther, see what I mean
They all choked then
They breathed it in
Could see in their eyes, it begins!
They got the need
To spill the beans
So come on, dude, time to come clean!
The syndicate
Took Auric's shit
Turns out they also want the Eclipse!
We're not those guys
Not telling lies
As guns go off, we're all surprised
Sixty percent of the time it works!
Other forty, might make things worse
Sure it might smell like gasoline,
Just take a whiff of Sex Panther, see what I mean
We go to look
Jasper takes his book
In the lobby robots stand, scanning every nook
The gnome is scared
He's unprepared
Seems sure that a corpse's fate he'll share
Jim grows his fame
His plan seems lame
And we find out the short guy's name
Turns out he's Garrett
A sneaky ferret
As bots argue, a disguise, he wears it
Sixty percent of the time it works!
Other forty, might make things worse
Sure it might smell like gasoline,
Just take a whiff of Sex Panther, see what I mean
Here's Dwarvish twins
We'll help you Sins
Let us through and we'll go look for him
The bots let go
We walk by slow
Jasper grabs a module off their dome!
Back out safe
Hear Garrett say
Here's some badges, yeah, we'll pay
Find the Eclipse
Get back our shit
And Auric, dwarven elite, will grin!
I can barely believe that worked
Down to the docks we'll head to search
Workers got murdered, the shipment's gone
We'll put the Eclipse where it belongs
Thanks to
Sixty percent of the time it works!
Other forty, might make things worse
Sure it might smell like gasoline,
Just take a whiff of Sex Panther, see what I mean
Sixty percent of the time it works!
Seems fairer odds than most can jerk
Absolutely smells like gasoline,
Why she calls it Sex Panther, I'll never see
I'll never see
Frankly, my dear, I prefer your cinnamon frustration