Merry comes along with his pint and sits down.
Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This, my friend is a pint!
*Fly buzzes out of pint, weaving and zig zagging*
*Merry looks in pint to see if there are more bugs, and a moth hits him on the forehead.*
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