Placeholder: As the doors creaked, behold the hero's grand entrance! With a stride both bold and comically intense, He stumbled forth, a noble, hapless knight, His armor clinking, fitting none quite right. Tripping o'er his sword, and pratfalling anew, He grinned and winked, as the crowd's laughter grew. His mustache twirled, a symbol of sheer might, Though perilous foes fled at the comical sight. With bumbling charm, he vanquished evil's curse, Inept yet endearing, a hero none could rehearse. So let us ch As the doors creaked, behold the hero's grand entrance! With a stride both bold and comically intense, He stumbled forth, a noble, hapless knight, His armor clinking, fitting none quite right. Tripping o'er his sword, and pratfalling anew, He grinned and winked, as the crowd's laughter grew. His mustache twirled, a symbol of sheer might, Though perilous foes fled at the comical sight. With bumbling charm, he vanquished evil's curse, Inept yet endearing, a hero none could rehearse. So let us ch

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As the doors creaked, behold the hero's grand entrance! With a stride both bold and comically intense, He stumbled forth, a noble, hapless knight, His armor clinking, fitting none quite right. Tripping o'er his sword, and pratfalling anew, He grinned and winked, as the crowd's laughter grew. His mustache twirled, a symbol of sheer might, Though perilous foes fled at the comical sight. With bumbling charm, he vanquished evil's curse, Inept yet endearing, a hero none could rehearse. So let us ch

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