Character: Sarumyan

- Judging by your sour face, Sarumyan, I can conclude that the Nazgul hobbits this time not tackled.
Too early to rejoice. This is not the end of the story.
I'm not sure you personally until this end will survive. Don Elrond does not forgive traitors.
- I don't care at all! Even the Sonderkommando of Sauron can't smoke me out of my tower! And soon I will have an army worthy of the Mordovia Republic, and I do no one will be terrible!
- I don't know about army, but the environment you're already very spoiled. Already in Mordovia it seems - at first sight indistinguishable. Greenpeace't you, you bastard. Well, nothing to be on our street festival. You still recognize me with a bad hand.
- Your insults each time becoming more banal. You're getting old, Gray. And stop trying to intimidate me. Who will oppose me? Honduras barely holding back the onslaught of Mordovia, and Diphenhydramine is full of their problems. Rolandia too will soon be paying full. Don Elrond is going to retire and emigrate to our continent. Who else is left? Shire? Don't make me laugh. Who ever heard of militancy hobbits? Who saw their army?
- Looking at the filth that you do, even the trees can grow a foot with a single purpose - to give you a kick in the ass. Mark my words, Sarumyan - you're still going to eat earth, and wash with tears of blood and will die without forgiveness!
- Well, you redneck! Moreover, what is not washed for months, so still in decent society can not behave myself.
- I said everything. I will be back!

Thieves my faithful! Sow reasonable, good, eternal!