To the hymn ‘God rest ye merry, Gentlemen’. About 20 minutes work. You bastards asked for this:

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God rest ye merry emo fabulous persons

And all you homogays

Remember, Trout, our game coder

Was born on Christmas day

To save us all from K-O-L

When we were gone astray

O tidings of bum ****ing joy,

Bum ****ing joy

O tidings of bum ****ing joy

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In East Bum****, in Canada,

This blessed noob was born

And fapped within his basement

Upon this blessed morn

To which His Mother she did say

Stop loading all that porn

O tidings of bum ****ing joy,

Bum ****ing joy

O tidings of bum ****ing joy

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From Trout our Heavenly Father

A blessed mod did come;

And unto certain Shepherds

Brought tidings to the dumb:

Stop shagging all those ****ing sheep

Or I will tell your Mom

O tidings of bum ****ing joy,

Bum ****ing joy

O tidings of bum ****ing joy

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“Fear not then,” said the mini-Mod,

“Let you not get uptight,

This day is born a ****ing noob

who will set all things right,

To free those stuck in Episode 1

From Satan’s power and might.”

O tidings of bum ****ing joy,

Bum ****ing joy

O tidings of bum ****ing joy

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The players at those tidings

it blew their tiny minds,

And left their flocks a-****ing

with crackers, cheese and wine:

And went to Bum**** straightway

The Doom of KoL to find.

O tidings of bum ****ing joy,

Bum ****ing joy

O tidings of bum ****ing joy

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And when they came to East Bum****

Where our dear coder lay,

They found Him in a bar-room,

Where male reproductive organ-heads said ‘him, eh?’;

His Mother sadly kneeling down,

Unto the mods did pray.

O tidings of bum ****ing joy,

Bum ****ing joy

O tidings of bum ****ing joy

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Now to the Trout sing praises,

All you within this space,

And with true love and brotherhood

Each other now embrace;

no homo with this act of course

or we kick you in the face.

O tidings of bum ****ing joy,

Bum ****ing joy

O tidings of bum ****ing joy