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"Orc-gear's no good," said Sam waving his arms. "I wish I'd got an orc's hide!"
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*Imagine picking up a sweater with the label: 'Made in Mordor'*
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"Three Socks for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their closets of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to sweat,
One for the Dark Lord on his black foot.
In the land of Mordor where the laundry lie.
One Sock to rule them all, One sock to find them,
One Sock to bring them all and in the confusion bind them.
In the Land of Mordor where the laundry lie."
He paused, and then said slowly in a deep voice: "This is the Master Sock, the One Sock to rule them all. This is the One Sock that he lost many ages ago, to the great deprivation of his mind. He greatly desires it - but he must NOT get it."
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'He wouldn't make above a mouthful,' said William, who had already had a fine supper, 'not when he was skinned and boned.'
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