Daedalic Entertainment - Goodbye Deponia - Huzzah!

So this is the third strike,
You're dumping me just like
A trashbag. And why?
Just because of some must-

ard on the carpet,
You pathectic dorkhead
I assume that your humor
Did just bite the dust

But this isn't over yet!
Yeah you can bet on that
The last part of my tale
Will surely appease

And change your mind anyhow
So turn on your deaf aid now,
The story goes on,
For good things come in threes

Huzzah good things come in threes!

***

So the cutter struck sails,
Wrecked as Toni's mum's scales
And of as much avail
For the long road ahead

Still the mood in the group
Was just super woop-e-doop yeah,
Except that they slowly
Grew ripe for the bed

For they knew that they would
Have to go on by foot
No problem for such a walk
Is all the less

Stressful if you sing along
With a motivating song
And to emphasize this
I'll flood the cabin of the chorus guys with helium gas

Huzzah with helium gas!

***

Before a champ decamps
To adventure and enters
The lion's den
He attends an obscure

Purification ritual
That's a habitual
Narrative rule -
Look it up, it's for sure!

Polished to utmost cleanliness
And dressed up as his nemesis,
He chose backed by Goal
To go out on a limb

And that they had to leave their friends of old out in the cold
Was basically their own fault!
Advance, never halt!
Because breaks are for wimps!

Huzzah because breaks are for wimps!

***

Regarding Goal's death
And the loss of the As-
cension codes
I'll desist from my usual bon mots

Things were in a mess,
The tightness in his chest
Was no less as big
As the colossus of Rhodes

And as he fell from the skies
His life flashed before his eyes,
Bereft of hope
No courage left to pluck up

He did finally comprehend
This was the definite end.
Game over this time,
He completely f*cked up!

Huzzah he completely f*cked up!

***

Woah! Rufus a clone? Wow!
Well whaddayouknow now,
That's mind-boggling news,
But I'm sure you can cope

Just put on your slickers
And hitch up your knickers
For once more there flickers
A speckle of hope

Where things do look black
You need someone to check
On the bulbs at the tunnel's end
And if by hap

It turns out to be a cloning lab
You can prep for a quantum step
For three times the Rufus
Is three times the jab

Huzzah three times the crap!
(No! No! Dammit, it's jab! Three times the jab!)

***

The final maneuver
Proved as a move no more
Nuts as any other plan
There was at hand

A perfect occasion
For a contemplation
Of all the events
And the writer's intent

It may seem safe to say
That Rufus's way
For saving the day
Is a little snafu,

But when shit hits the fan
Is when a decent man's plan
Will dwindle deeper as ever a diver
With a scuba-did-do

Huzzah with a scuba-did-do!

***

I'm closing my case.
There's nothing left to say.
Any last questions?..
I take that as a no...

But if you feel battered,
Your whole world is shattered
I may have a helpful
Suggestion for you:

Just grab your harmonica
And sing about Deponia!
And Rufus's dream
Of a life more ideal!

And the fact that sometimes there may
Be just one last chance to save the day
If you let go... And if that's so..
I'm off now for real!..

Huzzah he's off now for real!