When the night falls upon the land,
The monsters' time is at hand.
They creep out of the darkness, bold,
To find what lives in their hands they hold.
But on this night, a problem arose.
When from the wagon chased, a figure throws.
A ball, it seemed, small, but a heavy load.
Rolled and landed in the middle of the road.
They approached the item, wary and slow,
Until one of them kicked it with a heavy, hairy toe.
The ball began to shake, and there was a rumble,
And then there was a flash PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN...
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