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Aragorn to Gandalf the White : You must take me to that Laundromat.
Denethor to his servants : Keep the fire extinguishers handy.
Pippin : Forget breakfast, let me ride into battle with the winged black riders.
Eowyn : Oh goodie I get to stay home again and play with my robotech collection.
Boromir : One does not walk into Mordor, we take the super fast bullet carts.
Faramir : Screw you, Dad. I need some time by myself.
Gandalf to Frodo : Take the yellow brick road till you come to the three bears house. Here wear this wig and frock.
Elrond,( while Isildur tosses ring into doom) : Behold, Isildur’s sane !
[ April 24, 2002: Message edited by: KingCarlton ]
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Know ye People, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, And the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.
Hither came Carlton, the King, black haired, bronze hued, mightily thewed, sullen eyed. Sword in hand, a warrior, a destroyer, a conqueror. With gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jewelled thrones of the Earth, under his sandalled feet.
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