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02-01-2004, 05:56 PM
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Ubiquitous Urulóki
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: The port of Mars, where Famine, Sword, and Fire, leash'd in like hounds, crouch for employment
Posts: 747
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Ugluk: Tea time!
Saruman: I'm thinking about going Soprano. Gimli: *singing in stunningly high voice* I'll take the high road an' you take the low road an' I'll be at Barad-dur 'afore ye! Balrog: Mooooooooooo! Gamling: Hello all, just here to remind you how unimportant I am! Denethor: I'm hot, hot, hot! The hottest Steward around. Who says a Steward can't play with matches? Matches are GREAT! Isildur: Daaaaadddddyyyyy! Sauron: Isildur. Gil-galad never told you who your REAL father was. Isildur: He told me enough. Anyway, you just killed him. Sauron: No, Isildur....I AM YOUR FATHER! Isildur: Okaaaaay. That's just stupid Sauron: Yeah, I know. Eowyn: Yup, I'm a tomboy. Wanna make somethin' of it? *brandishes Merry*
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