Eowyn: And where is she? The one who gave you that jewel?
Aragorn: Oh, this old thing. I picked it up from one of my many lady admirers. You wouldn't imagine how many woman throw their numbers at me.
Eowyn: What do you do with them all.
Aragorn: Index them.
*Aragorn pulls out a three volume address book*
At the battle of Helm's Deep:
Legolas rapid fires arrows in every direction, while humming the tune "thee little indians." In him mind he's singing: One little, Two little, Three little orcs dead. Four little, Five little, Six little orcs dead. . .
In the distance Gimli is yelling out numbers.
Faramir leads Frodo to a cliff over looking the forbidden pool. He raises his hand to give the order to fire on Gollum.
Faramir: Shall I shoot?
Frodo: WAIT
*Faramir drops his arm and the men fire*
PJ: CUUUUUUUT!!!
Faramir: I couldn't resist, Wood looked so adorible and since you made me a jerk anyway I figured you wouldn't mind.
*Andy Serkis screams in pain from below the cliff*
Serkis: Mean men hurts us, PJ trixx us!!! Screw the Preciousssss, we quits. You'll hearssss from both our lawyersss.
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Those cretins, though darn, dirty cretins. They've served me SPAM when I quite clearly said CRAM.
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