Get It? Cause One’s Glad And One’s… Oh, Nevermind

Some people were happy to fight

In the colosseum’s spotlight.

They were called gladiators, it’s said.

Some of them had freakin’ laser beams

And were greeted by all the young ladies’ screams;

They were called Rad-iators instead.

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