Pippin: OOOH I'M MELTING! What a world!
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Pippin: Merry! I can't feel my legs!
Merry: That's because your waste deep in troll manure.
Pippin: Really?
Merry: Yes.
Pippin: YAY!
Ok, those were weird, but I had to say something.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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