You: Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
Stranger: I'm a horse
You: Are you amazing?
Stranger: only
if you give me a lick
You: you taste like raisins.
Stranger: when you stroke my mane I turn into a plane
You: I think I don't want it to turn back again...
Stranger: I turn back again when you tug on my winky
Stranger: do you think so?
Stranger: I better not show you where the lemonade is made
You: Too kindö
You: kind*
You: but you could take me around the universe.
Stranger: and all the other places too
You: I think you'll find that the universe pretty much covers everything
Stranger: Shut up woman, get on me