Oh how could this be?
Why did this happen to thee?
Poor Ian, what happened to you?
Oh why did that rocket that hit you blew?
Oh poor loving Katja
Why did that mutant flame ya?
My friend Dogmeat,
Caught on fire standing on your own four feet.
Tycho, you shot me in the back with a shotgun,
I'll bet getting punched with spiked knuckles wasn't much fun.
You all helped me in times of need,
Now on your carcasses the Deathclaws feed.
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