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What A Strange Expression Said The Herbalist Who Would Compare Themselves To Chopped Liver In The First Place? If You Have To To Choose An Organ Why Not Pick A Gallbladder Or A Thymus Gland Instead? Much More Interesting Than A Liver. Or What About Chopped T-

After A Pause, He Asked, 'what Do You Think Of Nasuada's Plans?' 'mmm...she's Doomed! You're Doomed! They're All Doomed!'she Cackled, Doubling Over, Then Straightened Abruptly. 'notice I Didn't Specify What Kind Of Doom, So No Matter What Happens, I Predicted It. How Very Wise Of Me.' She Lifted The Basket Again, Setting It On One Hip. 'i Supposed I Won't See You For A While, So Farewell, Best Of Luck, Avoid Roasted Cabbage, Don't Eat Earwax, And Look On The Bright Side Of Life!' And With A Cheery Wink, She Strolled Off, Leaving Eragon Blinking And Nonplussed.

What Have You Done?' He Said, His Voice Hollow And Strained. He Stepped Back And Put His Fists To His Temples. 'what Have You Done!' With An Effort, Eragon Said, 'made You Understand.

When You Can Have Anything You Want By Uttering A Few Words, The Goal Matters Not, Only The Journey To It.

I'm Healthy As An Ox. And You?" "to Compare Myself With A Bovine Would Be Both Ridiculous And Insulting, But I'm Fit As Ever, If That Is What You Are Asking.