In the heart of the airport, chaos did bloom,
MARMITE and PEGLEG, in the shadows of gloom.
With a plan in their minds and courage in their hearts,
They sought to escape, to make a fresh start.
Through terminals and gates, they stealthily crept,
Avoiding the guards while the passengers slept.
A motorcycle gleamed, their ticket to flee,
Freedom awaited, as far as the eye could see.
MARMITE took the wheel, PEGLEG held tight,
They roared through the night, out of sight.
With laughter and cheers, they sped down the lane,
Two scum game players, free once again.