>In the afternoon Uglúk’s troop overtook the Northerners. They were flagging in the rays of the bright sun, winter sun shining in a pale cool sky though it was; their heads were down and their tongues lolling out.>‘Maggots!’ jeered the Isengarders. ‘You’re cooked. The Whiteskins will catch you and eat you. They’re coming!’>A cry from Grishnákh showed that this was not mere jest. Horsemen, riding very swiftly, had indeed been sighted: still far behind but gaining on the Orcs, gaining on them like a tide over the flats on folk straying in a quicksand.>You're cooked.>>You're cooked.>>>You're cooked.Zamn! Didn't know the Uruk-hai were a bunch of zoomers. Based.
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>>24696268Maggoty bread and matcha lattes. At least it think it’s matcha…why else would it be green?
