You're Banned! II

'Tis open unto thee; look thou there and be enlightened. And USE THE TONGUE WHEN THOU SPEAKEST! *bans*
 
Indeed. Blessings upon thee, and upon thy house; thy cows, and thy donkeys; thy boots, and thy fish. (But thou art banned anyway.)
 
I ban thee from thy bed, from thy mirror, and from thy room; I ban thee from thy birthday, from thy birthday cake, and from thy birthday candles; I ban thee from the Hobbit and LOTR forever; and--oh, I also ban thee from the forum.

Why? Forsooth, thou dost ask me why? I answer not unto thee; indeed, thy question causeth me to pout. *pouts*
 
Dost thou mean pouting, or being without such things as I did list? Thou art banned for thy lack of specificity.

(By the way, pouting is fun, not unpleasant. *pouts*)
 
By my troth, ye seem weel eneugh pleased wi’ forgeten about me! Awa’ wi ye! Ye and yer “pouting”. Nae gude weel come o’ ye. D'ye think I hae forgotten the auld tounge? Troth, I wadna use it na more. Ay, ye hae dishonored the tongue wi’ yer words. Banned are ye Glenburne!

Aweel, ye ken well ye must be banned Zella, I ban ye, for I wish ye wa' baulder in my defense.
 
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Walter Scott hath o'ertaken thee, and thou art o'ertaken. I commend thee unto the care of GG. She knoweth what to do with these severe cases (and, thou art banned).
 
'Tis true. Perhaps I ought to remand E. to his care (but, forsooth, thou art banned for bestowing the idea upon me).
 
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