Frodo- You've officially been labeled a disturber of the pants!
Gandalf- Ah, the long awaited pants.
Bilbo- The pants go ever on and on...
Eomer- Ride! Ride to pants!
Elrond- These pants cannot be destroyed by any mortal weapon we possess, Panty, son of Gloin.
Smaug- My scales are like tenfold pants!
BEWARE! Sauron has returned, unable to exist in a mortal body, but as a great eye, wreathed in pants...
Anduril, Pants of the West.
GANDALF- Speak pants, and enter.
Pippin- What does that mean?
Gandalf- It's quite simple. If you're pants, you say the password and the door will open!
Saruman- Do you know how pants came into being? They were loincloths once, corrupted by darkness and bad tailoring...
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"Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.
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