B: Father, I come bearing grave news; someone has stolen all of the oil from our winter supply chamber...we will have to send men out for more.
D: Oh, um...how...terrible...quick, SEND FOR MORE OIL!!! BEAUTIFUL FLAMMABLE OIL!!!
*shakes head* Oh dear. Oh, oh dear.
I've sunk to a new low...
Eh...
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'I am Agarwaen, Son of Úmarth...'-Túrin Turambar.
*Arwen_Evenstar*
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