Suddenly, the Ghost of Boromir floats in.
GoB: Dad? I didn't know you were dead, too! What happened?
GoD: I'm not dead! Oh, wait...I am, huh. What happened to me was an accident, really. Which son are you, by the way?
GoB: *rolls eyes* Boromir. Can't you ever remember anything? Anyways, what are you doing with that match? Set it down, before you start a fire!
*GoD hesitates*
GoB: Dad!
GoD: Ok, ok. *sets down match*
Q: Did you come in here asking for help, Boromir?
GoB: Yeah, what else? Obviously, I didn't expect my own father to be here!
Q: Well, what is the problem?
GoB: I have an obession.
Q: With what?
GoB: Shiny things. But there is one thing in particular that I can't stop thinking about.
Q: And what is that?
GoB: The One Ring to rule them all.
GoD: The One Ring to rule them all? Where is it, Boromir? Who has it?
GoB: Some stupid halfling named Frodo.
GoD: Frodo? Weren't you traveling with him? Why didn't you take the Ring?
GoB: I tried. I told the idiot Frodo that using it would be for the good of Gondor (and me). Anyways, that Frodo put on the Ring and disappeared. Then some orcs came along and killed me. *sniff* Curse that hobbit. He will betray us. I know it.
Q: And how does that make you feel, Boromir?
GoB: Devastated. I mean, I'm dead, so I don't really care about the fate of Gondor anymore. But that ring was so shiny and beautiful. It would've looked perfect on my finger!
Q: And how does the fact that Frodo may give the Ring to Sauron make you feel, Denethor?
GoD: Angry. At Boromir, I mean. He could've tried a LITTLE harder to get that ring. It would've even looked better on my finger!
GoB: Don't be mad at me! Be mad at Faramir. He refused the Ring the moment it came into his sight!
GoD: What?! He did that? Why that little-
Q: How does this information make you feel, Denethor?
GoD: Even more angry than before! I wish I had done what I was going to do to that fool for a son!
Q: What were you going to do?
GoD: Light him on fire.
Q: Hmmm. It seems to me that you have some anger management issues, Denethor.
GoD: No, I don't. I'm just mad. Crazy mad, I mean.
Q: Well, then. There you go. As for you, Boromir. You need to do something to get rid of that obsession with the One Ring and other shiny things.
GoB: Like what?
Q: Read a book. Take up a sport. Scare people for fun. Uhh, start a jewelry collection. Wait, take that back. Do NOT start a jewelry collection.
GoB: Ok. Got it.
Q: Good. Now get out, both of you! I have another appointment! *shoos them both away*
[ January 06, 2003: Message edited by: Brinniel ]
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