Little did the traveller know that he was being watched by someone who’s not as little
So, the traveler scared the stones of the Stone Beast and he finally pissed himself, passing the kidney stones that were making him so pissy.
They made friends and prepared him a cuppa and the end.
That was him when he finally relieved himself 
Oh, right, the doors and the goldies. Right, right.
So, ladi-diddly-da, the traveller threw the coup-de-grace (rhymes when read in french!) and continued skipping past the giant to give him his privacy and for safety ofcourse, he is passing boulders, and you wouldn’t want to see a stone giant pantless, you know? It’ll open so many questions, better keep that imagination for something else.
So happy now 
STOP! do not pass GO! riddle me this and I might let you row, said the blind stone head, unaware that we are in cave and not in a boat. Pfft, row, what kind of idiot is this?
The Stone reshaped after every riddle until there were no more stone left unturned or turns left unstoned.
Before the cavern’s maw I stand once more,
A mortal seeking what lies beyond your door.
O’ dark lord of secrets, hear my plea, Reveal the mysteries you keep from me.
On bended knee, my will like stone,
For past transgressions I atone.
Find me worthy, I implore, Of treasures deep within your core.
The hunger of ages you’ve swallowed whole,
Now let your bounty nourish my soul.
Allow! I cry, my voice the law, Permit me past your ancient jaw.
Release yourself from lonely wallow,
Let my spirit your depths follow.
In shadows vast and silence deep, I’ll guard the secrets that you keep.
The priest of the mountains heard the calls of the stone and opened the corridors
Past the gates did he walk, behind him did they lock
And into the caves did he wander, to find walls full of wonder
L000000000000000000000000000T
And into the caves did he wander,
Around the gold did he ponder;
As it grew fonder, as to whether
The weight was the true wonder,
Or is it the journey that is the true plunder?
The heart grows asunder,
Torn 'tween treasure and inner thunder.
And in his depths he found that truth flared like lightning,
The veil 'tween self and wealth, torn and brightening.
Gold’s gleam fades; while self-knowledge, forever enlightening.
That King Aurther, Holy Grail is within might work on that shcmuck, but not on me boyo. I WANT GOLD. I WANT THE ECSTACY OF GOLD. Now pay up, you cheap suit.
Jesus, been working for 6 hours, wow. So… after the taxes and the friends and family discount, it will be 125k an Hour. You do the math.
Lol, all of this because of MDFY NOW, NREE + Dragon Blood RG and ecstacy of gold.
The whole thing was filled with symbols, like being inside a cave where the inner thought echoe and wander around me
I will feed the illusions that I dream about, casting out the shadows from deep inside
I see rainless skies, people passing by, and I am but stranger in your eyes, can’t you see through this disguise,
And I say, hey, what a wonderful day.
I hear the mindless echoes in the air, chatters that lift the veil, of days gone by, and I say, hey, why, won’t you bat an eye?
Lest I forget
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