Theoden: Who stole my McGriddle?
Or...To finish what Gil-Galad started...
Theoden: I Theoden, King of the Rohirrim...
A Soldier who happens to be named Dennis: Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
Theoden: I am your king.
Another Soldier: Well I didn't vote for you.
Theoden: You don't vote for Kings.
Soldier #2: Well how did you become King then?
Theoden: The Lady of the Wood, Galadriel, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Herugrim from the bosom of the Forest, signifying by divine providence that I, Theoden, was to carry Herugrim. THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: Listen, strange women lyin' in the woods distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical forested ceremony.
Theoden: That'll be enough of you.
Dennis: Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some tree-hugging bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away.
Theoden: That's it, Guards, Sieze him!
Dennis: Come see the violence inherent in the system. Help, help, I'm being repressed.
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Last edited by Boromir88; 09-06-2005 at 06:51 PM.
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