Sergeant:
Now where did a fool like you find such an appetizing string of jewels?
Brom:
Interesting you should ask.
Sergeant:
[Unsheathing sword and pointing it at Brom's throat]
Is that right?
Brom:
I was walking up the lane the other day admiring them sitting on the branch. Clap o' thunder, they fell off, dead at me feet. So I thought, 'oh, well can't leave them there. Someone might trip.' So I hung 'em up there ou' of the way.
Sergeant:
You know what I think?
Brom:
What's that?
Sergeant:
I think you're a thief.
Brom:
[Looking hurt]
Ooh.
Sergeant:
A poacher.
Brom:
Oh, no
Sergeant:
I confiscate them all in the name of the king!
[Kicks out bucket Brom is sitting on]
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