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Seven rings to the Gnomes, in their halls made of stone...
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| It's too fucking big to even fit on my wrist! Sauron, you dick! | |
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Nine to the mortals... which cry...
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| *sob* I don't wanna get married again! | |
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| It's a ring of power, you dildo. God, and I thought the river folk were retarded. | |
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