"You will not defeat me! I am born of a great tribe, people of the horse!" "...So'm I."

AAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Okay, LG, I know you're not fond of paints.  So I'm sorry to spend this post squeeing over one. Although I have to say, I always did like mustangs. But that's probably because I think that's what one of the first horses I rode was. *Cuddles good ol' Apache and Maggie* He was so fast...  So was she (Maggie), but she was more fun than just fast. He was evil-minded and fast.  He scared me once by going into a gallop when he totally wasn't supposed to, and I was too ickle to handle... Nice, dappled grey mustang... Okay, done.

Anyway. OHMIGOD, HIDALGO. HIDALGO, HIDALGO, HIDALGO. SO FREAKING GOOD. AAAAH I LOVE THAT MOVIE. Okay, so it's not actually a fine piece of film.  There is a translation of this:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHILOVEVIGGOMORTENSEN.

I need Anti-Lustin. Badly. Badlybadlybadly. I want to glomp Frank Hopkins As Played By Viggo.  He's so... so NOBLE. AAAH.

....Excuse me. *Changes discs*

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ARAGORN!

This message has been interrupted, as it has degenerated into incoherency.  We will return once Lee has finished with her regression into Fangirlitis. Sincerely, Agents Lucien, Kaden, and Kitty of the PPC--as Agent Robin is too busing bruising her head WITH Lee, albeit in a much louder way. 

HEHASASWORDANDFIREAND--

Sorry.  We have rope now. Carry on.