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There once was a man named Hopper

Whose ability made him quite a showstopper.

With a nauseous, dizzy feeling

He'd shift and end up reeling

At a new world that was quite the whopper.

The people there communicate in limericks.

It wasn't something they did just for kicks.

No matter how painful the rhyme

They did it all the time

And if you didn't, well, there was a fix.

The world had a memetic effect.

It was quite a pain in Hopper's neck.

It made him rhyme, too

Even though it, he didn't want to do.

But him, it did affect.

It was difficult to get any info

When you have to give your words a certain flow.

There's a lot of rhymes for Yggdrasil

But few that fit the bill

When trying to find why the world was so.

It was the work of the Jailors

affecting the whole world down to the mailers.

Something broke containment

And told the Masquerade to get bent.

Now everyone was rhyming wailers.

The Foundation crumbled, of course

When facing the power of the world's force.

From the US to Lichtenstein

No one thought their work was fine.

And yet they were never able to find the source.

Soon, life simply adjusted,

People adapting to that which in they were thrusted.

Movies were now quite long;

Don't even get him started on the songs.

But this was something that everyone just trusted.

Hopper wouldn't shift for six weeks

Resigning to not being able to properly speak.

Turns out it also affects the way he writes

And he thought to himself, "This bites!"

It'll be a pain to transcribe what he seeks.

The Merchants were still around.

An unpleasant fact that he found.

Though their language was more poetic

Their "ethics" made people sick

But they still traded power by the pound.

The Merrymakers adapted to this strife

And their commentary still struck like a knife.

They were grateful for the meme

But for Bones, it would seem

they could not do meter to save their life.

The Hand was flourishing and thriving

Welcoming him to the Library after arriving.

There were many more people reading books

And exploring all of the nooks.

And Hopper found what for he was striving.

It was one of the folks without name

Who turned speaking into such a game.

One last act of spite

On the Jailors who started their plight.

"Damn," Hopper thought, "Such a shame."

Eventually, mercifully, Hopper shifted back.

But there was one hell of a setback.

The limerick effect had stayed

And so he called for aid.

But a cure, the Hand currently lacked.

So now Hopper lays down in his loft

Forever grateful for a bed that was soft.

But this waiting he can't stand;

The Healers need to hurry and

HELP ME TURN THIS DAMN THING OFF!