It's simple...

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Got a wimple, with a crumple,

Stolen from a nun, during gospel,

Her outrage turned her purple,

Hardly fitting for god's pupil,

So a quick threat, with a scalpel,

Then I had to flee the temple,

Not like in a movie, and climb the steeple,

But across veggie patch did I trample,

And through some woods avoiding people,

Until I reached the old old maple,

And there I sat with my sample,

With its little rumple,

Until a man with chin of dimple,

And crimson pimple,

Said that it was ample,

To swap for his bright opal…

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Gosh adventure games are simple…