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Nobody expects it indeed...
*Frodo trying to talk with the orcs that captured him in Cirith Ungol*
Orc: i mean... i never wanted to be an orc, all that ravaging and stuff... i wanted to be a lumberjack! jumping from tree to tree!
*Orcs march in dressed as Mounties*
*Frodo looks in utter surprise of how the Canadian Goverment has allowed Orcs to foul the name of the beutiful great white north*
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Love doesn't blow up and get killed.
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