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Nevfeniel · 09-07-2002, 10:45 AM

Ah, don't worry, Maltataliel. These Mad Libs are supposed to be weird. In fact, the weirder the better! Just look at the one I made using things that I found around me:

Gandalf frolicked and strode forward, holding his cracker aloft. "Listen, sleeping dog of Sauron!" he cried. "Gandalf is here. swallow, if you value your foul paw pad! I will scratch you from armpit to jowls, if you come within this ring.

The sleeping dog snarled and painted towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp Zut! (for those who don't speak French, that means 'darn' or some variant of that, and is pronounced 'zoot'). Legolas had loosed his angry Frenchman. There was a hideous yell, and the leaping sleeping dog thudded to the ground; an elvish angry Frenchman had sniffed its beret. The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished. Gandalf and Aragorn rolled forward, but the hill was deserted; the hunting packs had fled. All about them the darkess grew silent, and no cry came on the sighing wind.

Okay, well there were no angry Frenchmen around me, but you get the idea.

[ September 07, 2002: Message edited by: Nevfeniel ]

09-07-2002, 10:45 AM	#107
Nevfeniel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Mithlond Posts: 783	Ah, don't worry, Maltataliel. These Mad Libs are supposed to be weird. In fact, the weirder the better! Just look at the one I made using things that I found around me: Gandalf frolicked and strode forward, holding his cracker aloft. "Listen, sleeping dog of Sauron!" he cried. "Gandalf is here. swallow, if you value your foul paw pad! I will scratch you from armpit to jowls, if you come within this ring. The sleeping dog snarled and painted towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp Zut! (for those who don't speak French, that means 'darn' or some variant of that, and is pronounced 'zoot'). Legolas had loosed his angry Frenchman. There was a hideous yell, and the leaping sleeping dog thudded to the ground; an elvish angry Frenchman had sniffed its beret. The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished. Gandalf and Aragorn rolled forward, but the hill was deserted; the hunting packs had fled. All about them the darkess grew silent, and no cry came on the sighing wind. Okay, well there were no angry Frenchmen around me, but you get the idea. [ September 07, 2002: Message edited by: Nevfeniel ] __________________ Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.