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[farmermaggot]

Well, I come home fer th' moment, on account o' not bein' able t'find that Ioreth person wi'out th' pups. Helps that whatev'r that was done worn off, but now I gotta scrape th' pink paint offa all m' stuff. An' change outta this dress, which ain't fittin' so well anymore.

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[pervinca_took]

*sees Farmer Maggot as she flees the Shire* I would highly recommend running away from the Shire, sir. It may be for your life.

[farmermaggot]

Erm...why?

*Gathers th' puppies n' th' weapons n' scouts about fer th' cause o' th' trouble*

[pervinca_took]

*stops momentarily*
To make a long story short, sir, there are clones of humans running about the Shire and killing hobbits. Please find a safe place to go, sir.
*dashes away*

[farmermaggot]

*Calls after* Thanks fer th' info!

*Thinks a bit* Clones? This sounds as fishy as that there sickness we had. I don' like't.

*Heads towards all th' screaming, keeping t' cover fer now.*