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Bastards. Every last one of them.
Edit: And they smell.
Kind of dumb too, you forgot that.
Stop reading my journal, Thorin!
You left it lying out.
Stop WRITING in my journal, Thorin!
You should be happy. You have the writing of the King under the Mountain in your book, it raises the value.
I’m happy. Can’t you see how happy I am?
We must share different definitions of happy.
Apparently so. NOW KNOCK IT OFF.
You forgot how much they smell too.
You’re right. I did forget that. Thank you.
You’re welcome.
