Bilbo: — "Terms: Cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding one-fourteenth of total profit, if any." Hmm. Seems fair. "Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by... or sustained as a consequence thereof, including, but not limited to lacerations... evisceration..." Incineration?
Bofur: — Aye. He'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.
Balin: — You all right, laddie?
Bilbo: — Huh? Yeah. Feel a bit faint.
Bofur: — Think furnace with wings.
Bilbo: — Air. I need air.
Bofur: — Flash of light, searing pain, then poof. You're nothing more than a pile of ash.
Bilbo: — Hmm. Nope.
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