Eowyn: All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.
Aragorn: Yes dear, I'm sure your right. Now, me and the guys have got some important things to discuss. So be a good girl and run along to the kitchen, would you? There's a stack of washing up needs doing. Oh, and bring us some beers while you're at it.
*Kerrrr-pow! Whump! Crrrunch!*
Aragorn: Oooyeeaargghh! Mmmphbble! ... Urk?
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Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!
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