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They were so different. Robb was a calm winter and Theon was a wild ocean, but somehow they needed each other.
Robb: *Walking downstairs* Is something burning?
Theon: *Leaning seductively against the counter* Just my desire for you.
Robb: Theon, the toaster is on fire.
“Robb Stark is dead. Sorry. I know he was like a brother to you, but my father put a knife through his heart. How do you feel about that?”
I think, therefore
The Evil Lair 