Three Billy Goats Gruff
Hi. We're goats. We're currently grazing along this valley we call Gruff. Don't mind us.
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Hey, uh, I hate to burst your bubble, but this side of the valley is overgrazed. We gotta cross that bridge.
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Oh, God damn it... OK.
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*pops out*
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WHAT THE F-
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I'm a Grumpy Old Troll, who lives under the briiiiiidge!
HEY! I'm a Grumpy Old Tr- |
Shut the fuck up, we're trying to cross.
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Not until I have fresh chevon for dinner!
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...
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:)
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Oh no. Not me.
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Why not?
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My medium-sized bro is a bigger meal than I am.
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Alright.
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Whew. *passes*
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You.
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I'll take my small bro's word for it and say my big bro is a much bigger meal than I am.
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Alright, alright.
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Thank fuck. *passes*
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You.
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Oh, so I'm your chevon now?
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Mhm.
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Well... ya want beef? I'll show you beef. RAHHHHHHHH-
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*gets knocked out of the bridge* FUCK YOUUUUUUUU-
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Heh. Well, that's just what big goats like me do.
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Dude. That was a genius plot.
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