(Walks in w/ dour expression)
The finest Mordor ale, please. Those darn hobbits keep ruining my plans.
English
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One ale comin right up then mate *slides over drink*
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(Chugs) (Slurs) J-ush wan I shink I won allllll of Middle-Ersh... Rasha-flashin zip-raggin... Habbishs. The habbishes beat me... (Sobs)
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*pats back* There there
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(Gets sober) What have I been doing for the last 2 days?
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Shadow of mordor apparently
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Oh god... (Vomits)
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You all right sir
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No... Need a room. (Flops to ground)