On the occasion of the reaping of the last crop of ripened bacheolors among us:
"Hearken, hearken, all ye folks!
And so fell the mightiest and the bravest of them all. The last few knelt at the anvil for the hammer to fall, as their merciless fate eagerly awaited them. Lord Pasha, Sir Shonee, KD Knight and Duke Dhaka, one after the other, each one of them succumbed to the lure of the deadly tribe of sirens, never to walk this middle earth as free men again. The stories of their adventurous exploits, their fiery bravado, their gigantic mirths and their careless abandon have since turned into fodder for legends, destined to be forgotten sooner than later.
The last stand of this glorious race is still whispered with reverence among those who tread this mortal earth. Some even proclaim that there are but a few survivors of this fearsome tribe of gleeful warriors, lying hidden amidst the fogs of time in faraway lands, most notable among them, Tulu the Nimble, Jinnoo theGargantuan and Dada the Noble. Should you choose to believe this mythical lore, only Chronos the terrible may prophesise, for how long they shall walk among us; unattached, unenamoured, lonesome and happy.