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Diamondhead and Eon were fighting. Eon pulled out his energy sword. "Ready for this, Rhyneheart?"
"More than ready." Dimondhead made his hand into a sword. "Do you like me sword, sword? Sword my diamond sword, sword?" Diamondhead began singing while fighting Eon sword to sword. "You could not afford, 'ford. Ford my diamond sword. Even if you could, could. I have a patent! No one else can make a sword exactly in this manner, manner. Welcome to manor, manor. I ca ca ca canna canna. Swing, swing, swing my sword, sword. Whenever I get bored, bored, I can swing my sword, sword. I can swing my sword, sword! Once I hit the floor boards, but I had it restored, and it was expensive! But it what write off! Swinging is my business. And by that, I mean swinging swords. Please do not ignore. Do you like me sword? HA! THat was rhetorical. You know I am the orical. I know you like my sword. It's made of frickin diamonds! If you don't, you're lying! But that would fine! Because it is awesome! And you're probably jealous! I can swing my sword, sword! Cause I am the lord, lord. Lord of diamond swooooooorrrrrddddssssssssaaaaahhh!" Diamondhead hit Eon one last time with the sword, and defeated him. "HA HA HA HA HA!"