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Ambush at Weathertop:
WK: i stab you with my blade *breaks* umm...tickle tickle tickle!
Frodo: no not the dreaded tickles of Mordor!
WK: umm sure why not...
*aragorn jumps in with fire, but slips and Torch falls on him, thus setting himself on fire and starts running around on fire*
Hobbits: our hero...
*nazgul standing around pointing and laughing at aragorn*
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Love doesn't blow up and get killed.
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