Perhaps /tv/ would care for a /got/hotd/dunk thread?previous >>220795638
>>220803171Would (You) like to see the general? Kek.
A bear there was, a bear, a bear!All black and brown, and covered with hair.The bear! The bear!Oh come they said, oh come to the fair!The fair? Said he, but I'm a bear!All black and brown, and covered with hair!And down the road from here to there.From here! To there!Three boys, a goat and a dancing bear!They danced and spun, all the way to the fair!The fair! The fair!Oh, sweet she was, and pure and fair!The maid with honey in her hair!Her hair! Her hair!The maid with honey in her hair!The bear smelled the scent on the summer air.The bear! The bear!All black and brown and covered with hair!He smelled the scent on the summer air!He sniffed and roared and smelled it there!Honey on the summer air!Oh, I'm a maid, and I'm pure and fair!I'll never dance with a hairy bear!A bear! A bear!I'll never dance with a hairy bear!The bear, the bear!Lifted her high into the air!The bear! The bear!I called for a knight, but you're a bear!A bear, a bear!All black and brown and covered with hairShe kicked and wailed, the maid so fair,But he licked the honey from her hair.Her hair! Her hair!He licked the honey from her hair!Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!And off they went, from here to there,The bear, the bear, and the maiden fair
"And who are you?" The proud Lord said"That I must bow so low"Only a cat of a different coatThat's all the truth I knowIn a coat of gold or a coat of redA lion still has clawsMine are long and sharp, my lordAs long and sharp as yoursAnd so he spoke, and so he spokeThat Lord of CastamereBut now the rains weep o'er his hallAnd not a soul to hear"And who are you?" The proud Lord said"That I must bow so low"Only a cat of a different coatThat's all the truth I knowAnd so he spoke, and so he spokeThat Lord of CastamereBut now the rains weep o'er his hallAnd not a soul to hearAnd so he spoke, and so he spokeThat Lord of CastamereBut now the rains weep o'er his hallAnd not a soul to hearand so he spoke(That Lord of Castamere) Lord of Castamere(But now the rains) weep o'er his hall(And not a soul to hear)
There never was a bearThere never was a maiden fairThe lord of Castamere was never proud
more AAAGGHHs, your grace?
>>220803171What if he went to see the tapestries?
>>220803171Now lets see Monke's reaction