Two more then.
Firstly, a French interview with a famous person. Guess who I chose.
Quote:
Une interview avec John Tolkien
Moi: Bon jour!
J.R.R: Je deteste le francais!
M: Pourquoi? Francais est la langue d'amour! C'est beau, n'est-ce pas?
J: Non. Je la deteste. C'est embêtant.
M: Er... quel âge avez-vous?
J: J'ai plus de cent ans. Malheureusement je suis mort. Mort comme un dodo!
M: Vous n'aimez pas être mort?
J: Non. Je ne peux pas manger, tout le monde ont peur de moi et Jesus me dèteste!
M: Pourquoi?
J: Les morts ne pouvent pas enter Heaven.
M: Ah. Alors, As-tu un film préferé?
J: Le Segneur des Anneaux
M: Et votre caractère préferé est...?
J: Frodo. Il est petit!
M Vraiment?
J: Oui! Très petit!
M: Alors, Ou habitez-vous?
J: Métro.
M: Avez-vous un animal?
J: Un ver de terre, Jeff. Il est mort.
J: Merci, et au revoir.
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An Interview with John Tolkien
Me: Good day
J.R.R: I hate French!
M: Why? French is the language of love. It's beautiful, isn't it?
J: No. I hate it. It's (embarassing, apparently).
M: Er... How old are you?
J: More than 100. Unfortunately, I'm dead. Dead like a Dodo!
M: You don't like being dead?
J: No. I can't eat, everybody's afraid of me and Jesus hates me!
M: Why?
J: The Dead may not enter Heaven
M: Ah. Well, do you have a favourite film?
J: The Lord of the Rings
M: And your favourite character is...?
J: Frodo. He's small!
M: Oh, really?
J: Yes! Very small!
M: Where do you live?
J: Under the ground.
M: And do you have a pet?
J: An earthworm, Jeff. He's dead.
M: Thank you and good bye.
I tried to work in his hating the French language, but it spiralled into insanity from there, as so many of my works are wont to do...
A much shorter one now. During P.S.H.E. (Personal Social Health Education) we were learning about drugs and their effects. I illustrated "Heroin" with a small caption from Lord of the Rings (Banquo from Shakespeare was also there, being a running joke of mine at the time, but isn't relevant).
From left to right, the drawings were:
Banquo, stating "I am Banquo!"
Boromir, randomly saying "I care not."
Legolas: Friend Gimli, you are short.
Gimli: Do not take heroin, it leaves you looking like Smeagol.
Gandalf: (of the Heroring inbetween them): Give it to me, Smeagol.
Heroring: Can't talk, obviously. It just lay there.
Gollum: (Wavy haired and crazy-eyed) Yesss my preciousss... heroin... No! you can't take my precious!
A small mushroom: I'm a magic mushroom! Whoooooo! (Erm - also not relevant, it was a running joke too, but it was there nonetheless).
In the distance behind all this was a flaming eye, declaring itself the Eye of Sauron, and a man questioning his anatomy.
That is all for now, though I shall return once more.