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Gus awoke in agony, his frail form trembling in pain

Looks across the corpses - there lies Zag, his dearest friend

Twisted and broken, but clearly still alive

Gus claws over the dead, to reach his dear friend's side

Avoiding the gaze or the wrathful Turnip King

"Zag, my dearest friend, we have left just one thing."

Gus readied the crystal, and his enchanted gavel

"Prepare, my dearest friend, prepare for time travel."

Six weeks ago their life was seemingly normal

Bored of fire, bored of work

Experimenting with black magic powers

Summon the devil, summon his yolk

Gus, Zag versus the Turnip King

Travel through time, a paradox thing

To their surprise, emerged a bulbous taproot

Born of fire, born of hate

The Turnip King was summoned, not the Devil

Summon the Turnip, summon your fate

Gus, Zag versus the Turnip King

Travel through time, a paradox thing

Gus raises the gavel in his twisted and blackened hand

With vision fading, he destroys the time crystal

The earth, sun and moon tremble

As the time portal rips a gaping hole

Through the very fabric of space-time

Shaking the very foundations of the multiverse

Stepping through the swirling mass of chaotic energy

Stars fly past at unimagined velocity

Ghosts of the dead scream in agony

As time rips apart all existence

They cling together as they burst through the cosmos

Fulled by fire, fuelled by hope

Their bodies meld into a single being

They emerge in through the light

As a walking talking turnip

Gus, Zag versus the Turnip King

Travel through time, a paradox thing

Meeting themselves at the summoning

Gus, Zag became the Turnip King