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Lobelia Sackville-Baggins was one dangerous broad. I can see her now, wielding her bumbershoot, crying "Get off my lawn!" as she despatched Orcs until they lay in great heaps in a circle about her.
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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