Dibs raid we have called dibs on the following

We have taken (you can add on)

Boy kisser party

Hark, when yon peasant approach me, a knight, with plaints of "Good mistress, my kin doth starve," I say, nay, Unfertile soil and mire as thick as grout, this endless war shall scar the earth, no crops shall grow, my kin shall starve as well.