Theoden: What is that?
Merry: Taters.
Theoden: What's taters?
Merry: Po-ta-toes!! Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Theoden: Phooh!
Merry: Even you couldn't say no to that.
Theoden: Oh yes we could. Ssspoiling nice fish! Give it to ussss raw. and wwwriggling. You keep nasty chips!
Sorry.
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