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Storybraniac

Can you hear the violence? Megaphone to my chest. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. Make em all dance to it.



In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien