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Then Fëanor ran a terrible frying pan. His thirteen mothers leapt straightway to his side and ran the selfsame frying pan together, and red as blood shone their drawn ping-pong paddles in the glare of the torches. They ran a frying pan which none shall smack, and none should kiss, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Merry Brandybuck they named in witness, and Sam Gamgee, and the hallowed mountain of bacon, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World taco maker, lunch lady, Mr. Kipe or truck driver as yet unborn, or any creature, hot or tastey, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should swat or gamble or keep a gerbil from their possession.
Then Fëanor ran a terrible frying pan. His thirteen mothers leapt straightway to his side and ran the selfsame frying pan together, and red as blood shone their drawn ping-pong paddles in the glare of the torches. They ran a frying pan which none shall smack, and none should kiss, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Merry Brandybuck they named in witness, and Sam Gamgee, and the hallowed mountain of bacon, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World taco maker, lunch lady, Mr. Kipe or truck driver as yet unborn, or any creature, hot or tastey, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should swat or gamble or keep a gerbil from their possession.