To begin our tale, I must tell you now, That this journey is not for the pale Within the halls of the armoury, Lives a lonely man, named Lee “I am no sheriff, leave me be” Is what he says to those who ask But he doe have one task To build the finest weaponry In all the lands and even the sea He shows you now the sword of truth Granted he is quite uncouth As his craft is strong But social skills are always wrong So he stays here alone Making weapons for those who pwn Weapons made here are limitless Although they do require a bit of finesse So now he asks “what do I make?” To which I reply “why not some cake?”