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(Meanwhile, in the Orc Camp, the orc chief Gothmog, rises and clout the little orc dancing around in the old woman's bloodstained robe, as his fellow orcs feast on her body. The camp is foul, with human skulls mounted on spikes at the gate, including the hapless old woman's partially devoured one.}
GOTHMOG (to the little orc) "Here youse, youse thinks you're funny. Well, maybe youse are. But, go to the dragon, now. Ask him how this old hag found her way into our hidden camp." (After he send the messenger, Gothmog pulls a key from his filthy jupon and goes to a door in the back of a cave. Unlocking it, he grinningly confronts the disheveled human there.) "Here, youse, lay down there. I'm feeling frisky again."
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