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Brought forth from Camelot, he was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Or, to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his knee caps split, and his body burned away. Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in and his eyes cut out and his liver removed and his bottom unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his feet...

That's enough for now.

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