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Third floor
Who the hell is here?
Harry Potter, Santa Claus, and the Dwarfs?

I wouldn't be surprised
All this is very nice
Don't tell me about it
It's dog heaven

This is my place, dad!
I LOVE IT
I even got to meet
My childhood dogs

Angie, Tigre, Legolas
I missed them
This floor is the best
Dude, I can't do anything here

Plus, they helped me
To reach the stairs
That lead to the next floor
The dogs are top-notch

Dude, behave
See you on the way back
Long live the doggies
People are shit

Fourth floor
Let's see what's up
Getting nicer every time
Getting cooler every time

The only bad thing
I don't see any people
Only angels and gods
It seems like this is no joke

Ares approaches me
Thinks he's brave
Back in Argentina, fool
You'll leave without teeth

He laughs at me
Acts tough, the different one
But I'm already dead
I'm not afraid of death

He moved a finger and broke my leg
Laughing while saying
What a shitty human
He moved another and broke the other

3 seconds of fight
And my legs are already broken
He came closer
And started slapping me

He said: Wolty, Wolty
You're a fool, you're a failure
And I spat in his face
For being a clown and

It wasn't a good idea
The cat ate my arms
AAHH SON OF A BITCH
This pancake is laughing, enjoying it

He wants me to make a wish
Before sending me to the grave
So I asked him to smoke a joint
We smoked and had a good time

Poseidon came and brought hydroponic flowers
We called Hephaestus to light the bomb
And Aphrodite and Zeus ended up in the circle
Smoking

As if
Ares thanked me
For smoking that poison
He gave me back my body and said
You're a rascal

And he exchanged his spear
For my best bud, okay
With this spear, everything will be easier
I feel his power, I'm not a God but close

In the end, the little gods
Are nicer than Lassie
I'm going to make it to the top
For me, everything is basic

And here I go up to the fifth floor
Whoever crosses my path, I'll land them HAHA
I don't know what Wolty was thinking
That this affected me

But I am more me than him
He better be ready
It's getting closer
This staircase is long

And it's made of ice
I have to sleep a bit, recover, and then
Pass the heads of the gods
Through the wringer