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I thought perhaps the rumble in Kings Landing would take precedence in this episode but they saved the brief trial by combat for the very end and...it was crushing. Like the beetles young Orson Lannister liked to pulverize, the polyamorous Prince met a similar end. The gore was pretty high in this episode so grab a Band-Aid and some alcohol (preferably a glass of Dornish wine) and let's head out on this journey.
Molestown Gone Wildling
Nothing like a game of "Name That Tune" using burps to liven up a raunchy night in a brothel. The whores and their patrons are whooping it up but little do they know it's their last night on Earth. Gilly looks like she's really enjoying her time there thanks to her boyfriend, Sam. So much so that her baby gets threatened by Sylvia Syphilis. Thanks, Tarly!
The army of wildlings attack the village and slaughter its citizens. Ygritte kicks some major ass but when she spies Gilly and her noisy babe, she manages to grow back a little of her soul and spare her fellow wildling. When Sam and the brothers learn of the attack on Molestown, Sam feels extreme guilt but is comforted by his brothers when they remind him that she's a survivor. Cue that Destiny's Child song. Their biggest concern now is the shitty army ratio of 102 to 100k men.