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[canyafinwe]

*sits in the front yard with a fedora, a few burlap sacks, some straw, and a suit*

*works hard on getting the head of the new straw Gothmog right*

*for training the baby chicks, naturally*

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[noldorinprince]

. . .

[canyafinwe]

What?

[noldorinprince]

Don't you think they're a little young?

[canyafinwe]

*watches two of them peck at the fedora*

They seem vicious enough.

[noldorinprince]

Maybe it's inherent.

[canyafinwe]

Well, then we should be training them to channel their anger. To focus it.

*nods*

[noldorinprince]

My son the drill-master. XD

[canyafinwe]

:P Constant vigilance is the key!

And special little treat bags for when they do it right.