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Originally Posted by Naz
(nothing witty for Grima though)
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Grima: Barahir's father was Finduilas.
Saruman: Are you sure?
Grima: Yes. *snicker*
Or...
Saruman: Ah, Worm, there you are. Have you finished my homework yet?
Or...
Grima: My lord, I have grave news. A startling amount of the intercepted pipeweed has gone missing!
Saruman: Shh, I can't talk now! The purple is about to begin!
Or...
Grima: My lord, I require enlightenment; perchance do you know the name of the father of Barahir, elf-friend of old?
Saruman: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Or...
Saruman: And now, the Lord of the Rings Trilogy is available in widescreen! And-a heeere we go to the right, and-a heeeere we go to the...holy crap! Grima, where did you come from?
Grima: Oh, I'm pretty much always here.
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Saruman: And here, a letter from Legolas...LEgolas...LeGOlas...hmm.
"Dear Saruman: My brothers are always saying that your cloak is made of tape, is this true?"
They say my cloak is made of tape? WHAT? I mean, what do I look like, some sort of tape-cloak to you? I mean, it's kind of iridescent like tape, here look...ohhhh, look here. It's a piece of tape on my cloak. That's must be what they were talking about. I must have rubbed up against my desk or something. My cloak is not made of tape. Pffft! Tape...well, that's all I have for you, Leggy. So until next week, send me some halflings. You know,
halflings? Hey, The Grima! Let's go down to the Uruk pen and like, poke 'em with sticks or something.
The Grima: *The Grima noises*
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Grima: My lord, the Grey Wizard seems to have escaped.
Saruman: Inconceivable!
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Grima: My lord, I think I might be with child.
Saruman: Inconceivable!
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Grima: My lord, the time is upon us for your Uruk army to emerge from their pods.
Saruman: Inconceivable!
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Saruman: Heeey Grima, how's it goin'. Uhhh, yeahhhhh, I'm gonna have to ask you to go to Rohan full-time and watch over Theoden for me.
Grima: But...no, but...I believe I was explicit in my interview that...no, I...I, I...brigands rolling in the reek...
Saruman: Yeahhhhh, thanks Grima. Bye-bye now.
Grima: Um, ex-excuse me, I believe you have my stapler?