So THE tasty Thief Who I Adore and I are pretty bored, and a few innocent duels issued and shouts made turned into this exchange...... (Edited for reading clarity)
The following individuals have thrown down the gauntlet to you:
THE tasty Thief Who I Adore Allys Aphaia Safovine Arrcor Llavendar Sonja
Type ACCEPT DUEL to seize this opportunity.
You shout, "Anyone wanting this chance to team Prince Thakria and Thief
Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore can accept this duel".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Come now. Da Thief's Bardic Lover (tm) will only use the
power of bad poetry".
You shout, "Rue those words scurvy thiefess".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "I'll rue YOU, babycakes. Rowr. Your
conjugating is getting me all hot".

Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore clears her throat and shouts, "Flail those adjectives.
Go, go".
You shout, "No one interested in THE tasty Thief Who I Adore tying you up?".
Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore clears her throat and shouts, "Go on, with me with a
gerund or two. Ooh, bard-baby, I love how you're so forceful with the past
participle".
You shout, "Yanking and stabbing and spitting is she, do what you will with
that gerund, or three".
Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore clears her throat and shouts, "Oh gods, not that, not
the seductive cadence of a hyperbole in my ear".
Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore clears her throat and shouts, "Your rhyme scheme, it
tickles the senses - just please, I can't take it if you pull in the future
perfect".
You shout, "Hyperbolic be known from the self proclaimed thieftess with the
mostest".
Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore clears her throat and shouts, "That's not hyperbole -
if anything, it's a litote"
Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore clears her throat and shouts, "I am nothing if not
honest!".
Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore is clearly nothing...

You shout, "And oymoronic, honest thief be damned!".
Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore clears her throat and shouts, "I'll oxy YOUR moron!".
You issue a challenge to Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore, Siren of the West across the
land of Avalon.
You shout, "Go on then!".

You shout, "Craft vs deceit, who shall prevail, flip vs alkar, let us witness
the tale".
(Allys fights THE tasty Thief Who I Adore)
You shout, "On behalf of THE tasty Thief Who I Adore enterprises, INC. The Thief Mistress wishes
to issue the statement that now, nor in the future does she intend to be
honest.".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "... Such vicious lies and slander!".

You shout, "Which I believe was the exact point I was making.".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "The spinner of tales is the lying foe,
but I'm BRUTALLY honest...perhaps to your woe!".

You shout, "Deceit and despair comes not from this bard, but as one veiled in
lies, search for truth must be hard!"
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Nice poetry there".

A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "I'm certainly veiled in something, it's
true, I'll tell...My domain is the sewers - what's that you smell?".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "But lies and deceit?! What a heinous
claim. To my face you should say it - I'll acknowledge with maims".
You shout, "Tis true, for THE tasty Thief Who I Adore in muck she'll reside, as for maims once
again, in the sewers she'll hide".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Dare you claim that I lurk and reside -
no, in those depths, I await and abide".
You shout, "In the alleys the sewers, the cesspools she waits, for some
harrowed young victim to nibble her bait".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Now sing me a story, my bard lover so
sweet - and make it HONEST...I hear it can't be beat".
You shout, "Honest such exuberance, for the word is untrue, most especially
when one doth apply it to you!".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "That's a good start, my dear versed one.
Continue this tale, it's becoming quite fun".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Jinx! I cry and point straight at you -
now Sir Loudmouth, does your foot fit the shoe?".
You shout, "Come, Cinderella, for the shoe is of glass, not for the feet of
one vicious and crass".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Don't hate on your feet, my dear singsong
love - with some pumice from Sapience, they can be soft as a dove's!".

You shout, "Alas, petty thief for within dragon guards, for pumice alone is
not worth a charred bard".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Oh the solution for that is simple, my
dear - move to Springfail and cower behind their serpent of fear!".
You shout, "With Womble and Dragon and Serpent and Stag, move thereyourself,
o' blasphemous hag".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Sounds like some strange roasted with animal
whores - tell me, my singer, is this led by Eloire?".
You shout, "Eloire alas no petty thief you are wrong, tis Anubia leading the
classes of wax kink and bond".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Perhaps in a stockroom, guarded by Pahnties?
Beneath a locked away shop...or this IS getting wrong...".
You shout, "Again, such an error to think that a knight, would be sat in a
stock where one cannot use flight".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Have you not met Denzeldork, the sir
Valorous one? He knew that if they can't get IN, he'd not have to run".
You shout, "Denzel, o' Denzel the chivalrous one, does not want to hurt you so
hits malloran".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Perhaps Rikki leads this grand fete of
delights? Between staves and rits, he provides almost one third of a fight".
You shout, "Rikki the wizard who takes flaming 'strikes', within staves within
rituals, yet still squeaks like mice".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Fubar is sure to make a brave cameo.
He's Springdalian now? It's hard to track the emo".
You shout, "Another brave knight, like the rest of his kin, though lacking the
visor which makes the true paladin".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Don't forget demons, at this glorious
romp, or SD Demoncuddler's sure to pout and to stomp".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "He fancies them rather...close for my
taste - have you ever accidentally interrupted them in haste?".
You shout, "SD Demoncuddler, sure though he might wind up dead, but the pouting and
stomping can be filled by Caelred".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Just don't invite the one they call Taz -
Tazius, that is... I hear his scribe has gone mad".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "I'll have to stock up on dynallca in
bulk, or else my ears I'll cut off to avoid the reams that he's wrote".
You shout, "Deafen your ears to the words of the Taz, a shame that brevity is
not a quality he has".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Look, here I propose a small, modest feat
- my hand to you, bard, is extended in peace".

You shout, "Our duel of words shall it come to an end? By now you must surely
admit failure to defend?".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "Let us go with my rhymes, your strings
accompany - we'll serenade this whole crowd and crash the party!".

You shout, "Then let it be done, Rissa, siren of the west, and let no
one forget, mighty Thakria bests the rest".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "A jig and a jaunt, by tunes they'll be
bound - though I'd most love a dirge as they're razed to the ground".
You shout, "While Prince Womble looks on from his chamber of chaos, fair
citizens of dreams, your loss".
A mighty high-pitched voice shouts, "I salute you my bard, for this lovely
riposte...and let nobody forget the dread of bored Thaks in the fray".

You shout, "And a wink to you, thief, for a fitting display, let none ever
dismiss the oratory of this day".

Someone tells you, "Marry me!".
Your rune-bug picks up words; Shadow Mistress THE tasty Thief Who I Adore tells Duda, "Marry me!".
-fin-

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