The Goofballs Three
The sage confronted the goofballs, three -
"How dare you donkeys challenge me?
My credentials are unquestioned, twits.
So, scatter forth, boneheads, nitwits."
"Your qualifications are indeed top drawer.
We numskulls are looking for number four."
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