Same old song, night after night and there's nothing near it. Wait so long, the music the dice make, I love to hear it. Whether it's a dwarf with a sucking chest wound, Or Return to the Temple of Horrendous Doom, Or a swack iron dragon, we just bust in the room and... Hoody Frickin' Hoo! Fireballs coming online, B.A. Sara just sighs cause we won't parley, I grab my trusty Hackmaster +12 and hear Bob say... "I waste 'em with my crossbow!" Time moves slow. I drag through the work week to get to tonight and Here we go. My sheet's on the table, I'm ready to fight and, Whether we're running from the Doomsday Pack, Or in Muncie's steam tunnels, braving the black, Or another Bag War 'cause Barringer's back, it's... Hoody Frickin' Hoo! Fireballs coming online, B.A. Sara just sighs cause we won't parley, I grab my trusty Hackmaster +12 and hear Bob say... "I waste 'em with my crossbow!" Fireballs coming online, B.A. Sara just sighs cause we won't parley, I grab my trusty Hackmaster +12 and hear Bob say... "I waste 'em with my crossbow!"