I think this calls for a stiff drink
Ewwwww, what a way to go. Is someone going to scrape poor Naria up? And listen to the lot of you... wailing about who you're going buy your tomatoes from and who's going to massage your stinky feet. For shame! Poor Valier and Naria are dead and all you can think about is yourselves.
Oh well, seeing as it is my job to administer numbing drink, here's a round to make you feel better. Don't look to ME to massage your feet, though. And if you want tomatoes, just do what my cousin does and steal them from Farmer Ringgworm's crop. But you didn't hear that from me.
Now that those important problems have been addressed, what's all this about three cats taking over our village? Over my dead hobbit body! I'll be back to figure out who these sinister felines are. First I must get more ale.
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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