[ Oh god, it's soft cringe. I appreciate you so much Filbo. ]
'T -- 'tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a... Fiddlepie. What’s Fiddlepie? It is nor blue hide, nor thick body, Nor pawed fingers, nor large red nose. O, be some other name Belonging to a... Grumpus.
[ She snerks. And laughs. SHE CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS. ]
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Thou art thyself, though not a... Fiddlepie.
What’s Fiddlepie? It is nor blue hide, nor thick body,
Nor pawed fingers, nor large red nose. O, be some other name
Belonging to a... Grumpus.
[ She snerks. And laughs. SHE CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS. ]