The Hound: You're a talker. Listening to talkers makes me thirsty and hungry. Think I'll take two chickens. Polliver: You don't seem to understand the situation. The Hound: I understand that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth, I'm going to have to eat every fucking chicken in this room. Polliver: You lived your life for the king. You're going to die for some chickens? The Hound: Someone is.
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