With apologies to Gloria Gaynor
First he was afraid,
He was set upon,
By Locke that nasty rogue
In old Hommlet town.
Then he spent so many rounds
Dodging giants' size-H feet;
He got squashed.
But he learned how to carry on -
And then he's back -
By the DM's graces -
He just walked up to find the Libs
With sappy grins upon their faces.
They should've scattered his remains.
They should've used gentle repose.
If they'd have know for just one segment
He'd be back to thumb his nose
At PC death. Check out his stats!
Just make his HD into d12
He's Cadav'rous, he's undead.
Weren't he the one who fell o'erboard the construct ship?
You thought he'd been smeared?
You thought he'd lay right down and die?
Oh not not Lucius,
He will survive.
As long as Heyd's got Leadership
You know he'll stay alive.
He's got another life to live,
He's got vengeance g'lore to give,
And he'll survive,
He will survive....
[etc.]
