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Originally Posted by Babidi Buu
I wish i met Gothmog.
(Uh oh, I brought him up again. Yep, the Orc again..)
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"Uh oh", the last things Gothmog utters after as the rest of his face melts onto your shoulder. You find yourself trapped amidst the fleshy globs of the well-fed orc's visage. Flailing as you no doubt are, he is constantly distracted. While this doesn't serve as too much of a hinderance at first it ultimately becomes his undoing when the two of you are crushed by giant stones flung from Minas Tirith into Pelennor fields. Sad day.
I wish belly button rings were all the rage in Edoras.
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