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I thought you'd been carried off.
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Who? Me? Nah, come on...
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I'm way too muscular for their taste.
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They wouldn't know what to do with all... this.
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Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?
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The meathead with the attitude and interchangeable hands, is Gobber.
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I have been his apprentice ever since I was little.
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Well, littler
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We move to the moor defenses.
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We'll counterattack with the catapults.
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See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses.
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Fire!