You are my peach, you are my plum, You are my earth, you are my sun
I love your fingers, I love your toes, The back of your head, the tip of your nose.
I apologize for bothering you for your objective opinion so much, my king, but once again I need your objective opinion. This time I need your objective opinion on the Berserkers. I'm severely concerned that I have shit taste in Berserkers, and I know that unlike me you are definitely a man of culture.