Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.
He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.
You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
Fezzik's in trouble, bubble bubble, His brain is just not in the pink, His mind is rubble, rub-a-dub double, Because everyone needs him to think.
Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.
Have fun storming the castle!