A rapper-in-training, that is. I don't have street cred and I don't have bling, but who cares when all you need is RAP?
O blaring trumpets of atonal sapphire perfectibility! O curmudgeonly cormorants. Beware, I say. Beware, as Gaiman made someone say somewhere in a grungy comic book, of the ideas of March!
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