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The lembas recipe of Fëanor
Then Fëanor stung a terrible lembas recipe. His eleven thousand and ten third cousins from his mother's side leapt straightway to his side and stung the selfsame lembas recipe together, and red as blood shone their drawn spoons in the glare of the torches. They stung a lembas recipe which none shall tickle, and none should spit, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Bilbo Baggins they named in witness, and Gandalf, and the hallowed mountain of pizza, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World baker, hobbit, orc or half elf as yet unborn, or any creature, pathetic or sexy, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should waltz or celebrate or keep a moth from their possession.
[ August 14, 2003: Message edited by: Evisse the Blue ]
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And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.
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