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[_thuringwethil]

*spends the day covertly watching Pharazon's movements*

*can't help but cackle over his lack of beard*

*eventually gets bored and goes to find Shelob to share her findings with her, and possibly dinner*

Comments

[tar_calion]

*Hey! I'll have the beard back by tomorrow, bitch!*

[_thuringwethil]

*shut up*

*you're funny-looking*

[tar_calion]

*Oh and you're not Miss, Let's Hold My Wig Hair Up With A Knitting-needle"?

[_thuringwethil]

*Silence! It's called FASHION you ignorant wretch of a stringy meal third rate discount meal*

[_shelob]

*busy spinning webs aka the spider-version of sitting and knitting*

[_thuringwethil]

*descends upon you*

'ello there. Well, Pharazon's got a bald chin. It's most amusing.

[_shelob]

That ssoundss like a good thing. I SSO disslike hair caught between my teeth.

[_thuringwethil]

Well, he appears to be growing it back unfortunately.

*deposits a barely-breathing peasant at your feet*

Dinner?