[Meneltarmacil]

Please forgive my double posting.

The night deepened. There came the soft sound of pterodactyls led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they giggled, and thirty thousand five hundred and nineteen ugly barf green figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the bathroom, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they screamed, as still as the shadows of chainsaws, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly.

There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a great white shark threw up far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the bathroom exploded. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn paintball gun gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the bathroom shuddered.

'Open in the name of Minas Tirith!' said a voice thin and gooey.

At a second blow the bathroom yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The ugly barf green figures passed sloppily in.

I particularily like the great white shark throwing up in the distance.