How unfortunate that I - the beloved Spy - am sick
And such circumstances caused me to make Day 6 miss
Though a bit of blood and vomit won't stop my tricks
For forgetting my target would be remiss
On the night before now in the shadows before dawn
An entity of chaos from the kingdom of clouds
A labor of love's pure artifact spawned
My plans for Hatebi must be avowed
No tricks, or theft, no misery at play
Rather opting for a different display
Something much worse will be done in its stead
An act of true hatred and their longing dread
Creeping through the home of classy taste
Avoiding devices of pain and malice derived
And went up to Hatebi with his gift placed
Giving them nothing but a simple high five
For that is the one thing they hate across all the land
Never wishing to admit to slapping the Spy's hand