Saruman: The Nine have left Minas Morgul. They crossed the river Isen on Midsummer's Eve. They will find the Goblet, and kill the one who carries it.
Gandalf: Goblet? No, no, mate, it's a Ring they're looking for.
Saruman: You mean I've wasted hundreds and hundreds of years searching for a non-existant Goblet?
Gandalf: Sounds like it.
Saruman: Oh, uh, hmm.....well then
Gandalf: I guess this is kinda awkward for you huh?
Saruman: hmmm....yes....indeed
Gandalf: Ok, I'll just let myself out. Don't feel too bad mate.
Saruman: Wait a minute, who were those fellows in black asking for a Goblet then?
Elrond: God I hope they find my Goblet soon, my beer isn't as good without it!
*ba-da-bing!*
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