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Orc: (pouting) Why don't I get to go in front? They never let me go in front. Never mind how many times I've gotten my face squashed when I've fallen down and got trampled over... they don't think about that. They only think about them. Never mind that I like falling down and getting my face squashed. They just want to get their faces squashed. Nobody cares anything about me and what I want...
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I'd like to be the king of all Londinium and wear a shiny hat.
Last edited by elronds_daughter; 10-11-2006 at 02:59 PM.
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