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[_thuringwethil]

*figures it's about high time she did lunch with Shelob again*

*goes off to find her*

Bitch. Let's kill someone.

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[_shelob]

*muffled voice from under some blankets*

I'm a little. . . busy.

[_thuringwethil]

*raises an eyebrow*

...

[_shelob]

*muffled heavy breathing*

[_thuringwethil]

...

Why is there a webbed foot sticking out of the sheets?