[Pippin drinks some Ent-draught, and grows in height]
Merry:
You're taller.
Pippin:
Who?
Merry:
You!
Pippin:
Than what?
Merry:
Than *me*!
Pippin:
I've always been taller than you.
Merry:
Pippin, everyone knows *I'm* the tall one. *You're* the short one.
Pippin:
Please, Merry. You're what, three-foot-six? At the most? Whereas me, I'm pushing three-seven, three-eight.
Merry:
Three-foot-eight? You did something.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:18