Infiltrate the lion’s den
Mission of the most critical kind
Everything rides on my execution
Succeed and I’ve fulfilled my duty
Fail and I die
Nothing more, nothing less
I do this not for the noteriety
It does not exist here
The players are unnamed and the achievements unknown
It’s not for the selfish sense of adventure
For I am fraught with worry
Sleepless nights precede each mission
Enjoyment cannot be afforded
No, it’s because of the personal request of his excellency himself
Bowing out gracefully not an option
I’m a proud American
I’ll do whatever it takes
Even if it’s looking into the eye of the lion
Whipped Owl 