And triumph besieges you, fearsome one. (gaze of non-chalance)
Elrohir,(lights cigarette), how is it that one so blindly holds faith in such inanity? That you may rid yourself of my plague with thy capricious "bee-bee gun", as you call it?
Terribly disheartened, you leave me. Born of a
wise father, I would expect further intelligence of the
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Is his toenail ok???
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Your place may be found in the courtyard to keep company to the guard dogs!
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aaamam he smmumblemumbe amam emee em a ohcc!
*is thrown outside*
ouch.
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