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People are not postiiiing, yah-dah-dah-dadey...
Everybody's laaaa-zyyyy...
This way, comrades, this way we won't ever build that socialism.
Erm... okay. Hey, but our comrades in the Shire almost succeeded already... just need to get rid of a few Baggins exploiters and everything's gonna be fine...
The Shire needs five thousand new tractors. Why is there a weapons dealer, and not a tractor dealer?
All hail to the People's Republic of Michel Delving! Waiting for comrade Sharkey to arrive to set things right.
Hobbitton needs a new mill.
And what about our village? Are we going to stay behind? I take the pledge to supply Bree with five hundred herrings per day. Every herring is a serious blow to the Western imperialism. Which means probably the Dwarves from the Blue Mountains. Yeah, they think they have a monopoly on everything.
Bree needs to produce more charcoal! Heaps all over the edges of Chetwood.
Or are you not going to post in order to make me being silly here? Yes, pretty much succesful.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories
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