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Fëanor was lying on the cold floor of the employees’ only area of the SIlmarillion Jewelry Co., pressing his sweaty forehead against the tiles. All seven of his sons were gathered nervously around him, even though the room could only seat five and Fëanor was curled around the snack machine.
“The bourbon chicken was tainted,” Fëanor pronounced darkly. “I curse Melkor, and name him Morgoth, who served me this foul dish! Pass me the bucket, Curufin.”