It seems that during the witching hour, there are Nothing but Thieves.

Sorry, tension breaker, had to do it. :)

Tension? What tension? I wasn't paying attention! Yeah. Yeah.
I could diss a might rap, but I think I'd rather just... fap? No! Don't be ridiculous! I'd rather draw a map!
Pirate treasure! Relieve the pressure!
Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah, but at night. 'tis only the afternoon.

There's always something about a full moon. :)

Hahaha! Is the battle on? Will it be on SOON? :)

I am tattered and torn, my beard has been shorn I am not up for a match of the wits. So while I sit here and stew, just hand me a brew and nice pair of juggle-able nits.

I should've known you're not yet full blown. You're just a tool, fool. So here's your brew, enjoy, go back to your crew. Come back when you've grown, lest we all show you our frown.
*mike drop*

<Rhyme mode="off">
My jaw dropped when I saw that "grown" doesn't rhyme with "frown", ah the intricacies of the English language.
</Rhyme>

<Rhyme mode="on">
I think it's not cool because I am the fool that everyone else tries to beat. But when the mess comes down I stick around while everyone takes to their feet.

I put up my words not to gain herds, but instead some research and folly; it takes another tool to visit the zoo and engage in such a perilous volley.

Now truth be told I haven't been sold your words came out loud and clear. I won't back down and look like a clown while others may cower in fear.
</Rhyme>

-- peace, out.

Well that's just your opinion, even though you're but a minion, don't disrespect my dominion.

Clearly you're insane, something's wrong inside that brain, instead of backing down you're throwing back...
...even though your rhymes clearly suck! You're just a hack!

Better keep your distance, I'm letting you off just for this instance.

there's no throw-back, just defending attack, of which one thinks they can win.

one thinks I'm insane because I have a brain and they cannot find a good tack, because all the time I have a good rhyme and their grasp of the language they lack.

so you keep your distance, I have my persistence, to date it has served me quite well.

I won't take the bait though at times hesitate, I guess that's the toll of the bell.

You say I lack the grasp? Poetic license stings like a wasp. Don't take the bait. Go home and mastur... wait. Can I even say that here? Oh dear.

The student waits while the master baits, soon there's a fish on hook. But you will find, there are other minds who find better words in a book.

...and don't use the word dear it sounds much like fear which animals have learned how to sense. But, had there been none, and nobody had won, we would all be kept in suspense.

You can rhyme back and forth all you want, you two.
But I'm afraid that there's little you can do
When the Puzzlemaster appears.

As you doubtless now can see,
He's renowned for his bad poetry,
And the Puzzlemaster is here.

So let us quickly end this fight,
Or else there's a chance that I might
Wake up in the dead of night
And write in Shakespearean verse
And cause this battle to turn out for the worse
And plague this thread with a rhyming curse.

You're quoting Shakespeare, but you'll quake in fear, while my rhyme may be sad you're gonna be had and it will be the event of the year.

At my behest, you come rhyme with the best, but your references are so old and trite, so you go and puzzle, but keep on that muzzle because your bark is much worse than its bite.

Cheers!