Critical Condition

Gargamel - are you ok? Where are the kings men?

Somebody Pick Up My Pieces--Willie Nelson

Somebody pick up my pieces, I'm scattered everywhere
And put me back together, and put me way over there
Take me out of contention, I surrender my crown
So somebody pick up my pieces, it's just me comin' down
Well I sure thought I had her, Lord I know she had me
What I thought was heaven, is just falling debris
Well I may not be crazy, but I got one hell of a start
Somebody pick up my pieces, I think I'm fallin' apart

Don't follow my footsteps, step over my trail
The road is too narrow, and your footing could fail
And the fall to the bottom, could tear you apart
And they'll be pickin' up pieces, of you and your heart
Don't follow my footsteps, step over my trail
The road is too narrow, and your footing could fail
And the fall to the bottom, could tear you apart
And they'll be pickin' up pieces, of you and your heart
And they'll be pickin' up pieces, of you and your heart

Oh no! Are you going to be able to-- uh, you know-- function anymore? I have needs.

Cyphercat, I promise you, when I have fully recovered, I'll pour you the coolest, sweetest glass of Kool-Aid you've ever tasted.

But now, I must rest.

I think gargamel found the naughty cigs..