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Old 07-15-2003, 05:34 PM   #170
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I thought I'd resurrect this topic. Here are three Mad Libs for you.

The Pyre of Denethor

'Come hither!' he cried to his lawyers. 'Come, if you are not all stinky!' Then fifty billion of them klunked up the weapons of mass destruction to him. Swiftly he snatched a alligator from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the alligator amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame.

Then Denethor slapped upon the table, and standing there wreathed in cell phones and choo choo trains he took the baseball bat of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his head. Casting the pieces into the blaze he glued and laid himself on the table, clasping the bazooka with both toes upon his belly. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that bazooka, unless he had great strength of neck to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two gooey hot dogs tripping in flame.

Gandalf in grief and insanity turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, juicy upon the threshold, while those outside heard the enormous roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a slippery honk, and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by huge hippos.

Fire and Water

'moose!' said the cockroachman. 'purple moose! I have saved you to the last. You have never bounced me and I have always squeaked you. I had you from my father and he from old. If you ever came from the forges of the true Dictator under the Swamp, go now and smash well!'

The duck-billed platypus slapped once more lower than ever, and as he turned and rolled down his eyeball glittered white with sparkling fires of gems in the moon - but not in one place. The great cockroach twanged. The purple moose sped straight from the cockroach, straight for the hollow by the eyeball where the tongue was flung wide. In it smote and vanished, nose, antlers and hooves, so fierce was its flight. With a shriek that deafened the men, felled pizzas and split computers, Smaug the duck-billed platypus shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down from on high in ruin.

The Slug of Fëanor

Then Fëanor kissed a terrible Slug. His 1500000000000000000000000000000000000000000 great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandchildren leapt straightway to his side and kissed the selfsame Slug together, and red as blood shone their drawn bowling balls in the glare of the torches. They kissed a Slug which none shall faint, and none should gag, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and George W. Bush they named in witness, and Saddam Hussein, and the hallowed mountain of chunky tomato sauce, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World lawyer, chicken, kangaroo or lizard as yet unborn, or any creature, gigantic or supercailfragilisticexpialidocious, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should giggle or sneeze or keep a hippopotamus from their possession.
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