Foreword: The Company of the Bad Hair Pictures has reached Mordor. They have entered a group of caves and are walking through a long tunnel that covers the width of the Mountains of Shadow. But Boromir is having second thoughts about the venture.
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Boromir (thinking) "Its not me they want, it is the others. But I simply must get a fangirl. And I know how, too! I have to get those pictures, and return them to Saura. Then I shall be reward-" THOCK! Boromir smacks his head on the low ceiling, and falls down unconcious. The company continues, leaving him behind.
Boromir, lost in the caverns, conceeds to a diet of dead fish and a life of swimming in a small pool, and terrorizing his few guests with deadly riddle compettions.
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