Beware evil doers, it is I, Nilmo
Son of Nilmo Sr., and a mother, I make a potent son.
I am born of Guatemalan slaughter-dew.
I have conquered the greatest of challenges.
I have laughed at the face of danger.
For I have conquered one of my greatest fears: height.
I fought against the breaker of trees, and
descended into the swan-road from great heights.
I have surpassed Algebra with a B.
I have faced the treachery of complex formulas and intricate tests.
I finally withstood the power of roller coasters.
With swift speed and nippy turns, I maintained my nobility without throwing up.
Dare challenge me and I will smite thee with perplexing antics.
Ask my enemies about my antics; they will freeze at the thought of my attacks.
I may seem like a lover, and this is true.
However, my love is for battle and honor (and friends).
With this blood-worm, I shall conquer the master of darkness.
No more will I fright at the sight of night.
For my name stands for Nothing Intimidates Like My Own.
For my boast has the most class above all.
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