Vegnagun's song
(in tune of "The Grinch's Song")
You're a mean one, Vegnagun
You really are a jerk.
You're as cuddly as a cactuar,
You're as charming as a sinspawn, Vegnagun.
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Vegnagun
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of Creepers,
You have garlic in your soul, Vegnagun.
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a foul one, Vegnagun
You have Vespas in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a sickly Angra Mainyu, Vegnagun.
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the sickly Angra Mainyu.
You're a rotter, Vegnagun.
You're the king of Spira's sins.
Your heart's a gross Malboro that has just been put on Haste, Vegnagun.
You're a three layer brussel sprout and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce.
You nauseate me, Vegnagun.
With a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty machina with a really creepy look, Vegnagun.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of garbage imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots.
You're a foul one, Vegnagun.
You're a nasty, nasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Vegnagun.
The three words that describe you best are as followed, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk!"