Fanficolfin, Fingolfin's alter ego at Eldamar's Saturday night open mic comedy revue:
"Hey, nothing smells worse on a hot Summer's day than Tirion upon Túna."
Ba-dump-tisch
"I just flew in last night with Gothmog. Boy, were his Balrog's wings sore."
*crickets*
"Tough crowd."
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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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