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| Oi! Galadriel! Since I am now the supreme ruler of Middle Earth, I can have any chick I want! Yeah, that means you! | |
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| Please, Frodo, take this baby back to The Shire with you. Having him around here makes me feel all icky. | |
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| No worries. This forest was boring the shit outta the boy and me anyway. Seeya, sweet cheeks. | |
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He proved to be a popular child...
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| Here ya go, kid - this Elven weed shits all over that Shire pipeweed. One cone of this and you'll be in the Undying Lands. | |
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| I'll take five pouches full! | |
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