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| Child, I'm dying, but you must go alone to fulfill a 1000-year prophecy, defeat the evil race that killed your family, return the lost shard of the crystal that makes stuff good, and meet a cute girl. | |
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| Everything in that sentence was either a fantasy cliché or a conjunction. | |
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| I'm the emperor because I'm better at hitting a stone with a sword than anyone else! How did you infiltrate the lair of the undead turkey vultures—I mean, the Skeksisesises? | |
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| Well, I relied heavily on innocence, the power of music, my girlfriend's affinity for woodland creatures, a bigoted mistrust of people who look bad, and repeating things I'd heard that sounded heroic. | |
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| Oh no, our one weakness—bright sunlight at a certain time! How unfortunate that our home and our soldiers are both designed to crumble when this happens! | |
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| Oh, calm down. You're about to get the lightest punishment in the history of the fantasy genre. | |
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