Glorfindel: I hate all this rushing around in the dark. I bet I don't get an ounce of credit for it either.
Gandalf (about to face the Balrog): I hate this job.
Shelob: I'm completely sick of live food. Nobody appreciates how difficult it is to cook something properly with this body. Why can't someone open a decent Greek restaurant around here? I'd kill for a nice baklava and some Retsina.
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