Excuse me, I'm just letting myself into your hotel room. They call me Strider, a nickname I gave myself. I don't have any friends because I'm so stinky. Here's a poem I wrote about myself. Will you be my friend?
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No, huh? Well, how about if I blackmail you about secretly carrying the Dark Lord’s sole source of power, and your contrived alias fooling absolutely nobody?
Aragorn popping off on Butterburr in that scene is so funny. “And what would you do, Barliman? Let them stay here at the inn while your employees watch the door?? Get out of here, fatty! Ok boys, he’s gone. Here’s what we’re going to do: stay here at the inn while the employees watch the door”
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