Yuuki: Kid, wanna do the disclaimer?

Kid: Of course! It must be perfect!

Yuuki: Just do the damn thing…

Kid: Yes, the helpless, stupid, unsymmetrical woman does not own Soul Eater. Or any of us, the spectacular, symmetrical, characters!

Yuuki: -Sighing.- You mean, mostly, symmetrical….

Kid: What? What did you just say! Someone is not symmetrical!

Yuuki: No! NO! Hurry, Reader, read the poem! HURRY!

Death the Kid goes round and round,

Watching over Daddy's town,

Don't be rude- don't you hound,

Or else you might just be Reaper Chopped down!

Symmetry is key,

A world of perfect order,

Can't you see?

Then there would be no murder!

Not, oh not, In Fathers town!

Large mound of many souls,

Book so heavily filled with rules,

And every little person if just a tool,

Without that-the madness would worsen!

And would he still be counted as a person,

Dear son of Shinigami?

Merely flying with your skateboard,

Towering over the clouds,

With the stripes of powerful blood planting you down.

So, Death the Kid goes round and round,

Fending and ever rendering,

Father dear's town.

Yuuki: …Not my best…

Kid: There are twenty-two lines!

Yuuki: Oh my Damn- Kid! No-!

Kid: Yuuki, you don't seem to understand! Symmetry is key, without it there would be no balance to the world without it! Everything would be in terror! The horror of an unsymmetrical world, filled with nothing but asymmetrical people! Yuuki, don't you see!

Yuuki: Kid…It's a poem…Just… a… poem.

Kid: Yes! Exactly! Its starts out as just a poem, but what will become of the world next! Weren't you listening to me! Yuuki, don't you understand!

~Kid is ranting. ~

Yuuki: -Mutters- Yes, Dear Reader, run, run while you stillcan…