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It is the judgment of this court that you
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Should be banished from these walls forever.
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You shall be remanded into the custody of hovis, the threadmaster,
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Who will prepare you for your descent into the dungeons of dor,
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From which no mouse and no light has ever escaped.
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Quiet. be quiet, my dear. there's nothing to be done.
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Come with me.
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Stand there.
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Red?
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Ah, so they tell me.
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So you're the brave one.
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I guess.