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Pod, run to the King's gate.
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Bring any men guarding it here now.
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Yes, My Lord.
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Let's go. Stannis is sending us fresh meat.
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You, too.
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Any of these flaming fucking arrows come near me,
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I'll strangle you with your own guts.
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Pull, pull! Go!
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Nock!
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Draw!
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- Draw! - Draw!
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Kill the Lannisters!