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In a world where beneath a dormant volcano, on the western shore of the western continent, the darkest forces have forged an artifact of ultimate evil,
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| o/` Ope oin twun, Weelee trun! Ope oin twun, Weelee trun! | |
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The world's fate rests on one small group.
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| The fire runes confirm it. This is The One, the source of all misery since the end of the Second Age. Tell him, Aragorn. | |
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Coming July 3rd, LORD OF THE CLIPS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF CLIPPY.
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| He's right, Frodo. You must put together a small team and toss this foul artifact into the fires of Mount Rainier, whence it was forged. | |
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| It looks like you're trying to corner the software market with inferior products. How can I help? | |
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