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lol this is funny
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
There was a loud rumbling sound, as of Brains burping and skiing, and suddenly Hippoes streamed in, real Hippoes, the plain Hippoes of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's tongue; and there was Tom's Toe (shirt, sock, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the Lungs of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not void, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very rotten.
Tom stooped, removed his glove, and came into the dark chamber, singing:
Get out, you old hamster! Vanish in the brick!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the burning plateau far beyond the Under-water Volcano!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.
At these words there was a crash and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a slurp. Then there was a long trailing boom, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.
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