The stereo-typical black woman.. for the fun of this we will call her... Rita
Rita: YOu hear me? you hear me? yo' give dunadain a bad name!
Aragron: You dont know nuthin'.... She hit on me... and then i asked..
Arwen: WHAT!!
Aragorn: woops... um i mean.. yeah it was her all along! *pointing at Éowyn*
Rita: whateva! whateva!
Éowyn: *to Rita* sit down! sit down! you dont know nuthin.
Aragron turnes to Arwen, who picks up her chair and mooves to the other side of the stage...
Audience: ooooohhhhhh....
Merry: excuse me, Éowyn, how does your brother like you going after his friend in battle eh?
Éowyn: he dont know.
Rita: *sitting in her chair in the audience* uhu! nastay nastay!!!
Merry: Well, he's here, lets bring him out, please welcome, Éomer...
...to be continued...
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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