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'Twas the run before TASbot, when all through the venue
not a peripheral was chilling, not even a game menu; The gamepads were hung by the monitors with care, in hopes that a donation soon would be there; The runners were nestled all snug in their chairs, with visions of esaPlums fighting wild bears; Lewitt on the microphone and me as the host, had just settled down when we saw a new post, When up on the tracker these arose such a clatter, I sprang from the station to see what was the matter. Away to the monitor I flew like a flash, sat down at the keyboard, gave the spacebar a mash. The sight on the screen, a flicker of cash, the donation incentive that we had just smashed; More rapid than 1:13 the TASbot appeared, now Mega Man's gonna get all their stage cleared. |