F: Oh, Boromir! You are mortally wounded!
B: No, I think I'm gonna be ok.
F: Lie still, sweet brother. See? I am off to avenge your death!
Guy behind: And go get pizza.
B: No, really, I think I'll be alright...
F: Oh Boromir! Dark is the hour! The North Wind blows chill!
B: Hello-oOo?
F: Shut up, you! This is my moment of glory! *bonk*
Ten minutes later, Boromir regains conciousness
B: Wha-? Faramir! I'll get yyoouuUUUUUUuuuuuuuu..............