so the Fellowship continues through Moria. When suddenly Gimli spazzes out on them and runs toward a chamber.
Gandalf: Fool of a Dwarf! Get back here!!
Gimli stops at a stone coffin.
Gimli: Waaaah!!! *sniff slobber slobber* WAAAAAAAH!
Gandalf: Quiet, you! Ahem ahem...'Here lies Balin, son of Fundin. Lord of Moria.'
Gimli: WAAAH!
Gandalf: QUIET! I'm not done. Ahem Ahem...'P.S. Gimli smells like old cheese! Bwahaha!'
Gimli: WHAT?!? That insolent...grrrrrumble grumble grr snarrl drool.
Pippin: Shut up. I have to knock a skeleton down a well. DOOSH! *skeleton goes flying* Bwahaha! Take that, bonesy!
The Fellowship stops chatting and stands in terrified silence as a distant noise grows louder...
Come, children! We must make new friends. Ah, my nose.
(A/N My MSN name is For Valentine's Day, Michael Jackson wants a box of chocolates and a dozen noses. Hahaha!! Love it! Sorry. Aaaanyways...)
Fellowship: NOOOOO!!! NOT MICHAEL JACKSON!! AAAAAAAAAH!
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"There's a big...machine in the sky...some kind of electric snake...coming straight at us."
"Shoot it," said my attorney.
"Not yet...I want to study its habits."
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