The teenager walked up to the door, where a rather ugly creature stopped her.
"Weapons, please."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You've GOT to be kidding." she said. "Where am I going to hide weapons in this outfit? Hm? Tell me that!"
The Uruk looked her up and down. "Skirt."
"Say WHAAT???" She fairly shrieked. "Look, I've got no weapons, and I'm NOT lifting my skirt for you, got that?! "
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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