Theoden: Now, Grima, you stay there and keep that step fixed to the ground!
Grima: But sire, gravity does that by itself, you don't need me to-
Theoden: Hey! Who's king around here?
Grima: *sigh* You are, sire.
Theoden: That's right!
OR
Theoden: Grima! I told you to keep my coat on my shoulders! It's slipping down! You are banished!
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