[littlemanpoet]

I didn't bother to calculate scores this time. Feel free if you like.

posts 37 - 58

10 rotfl
9 lmao
8 uncontrollable giggling
7 burst out laughing
6 good laugh
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"Native Mordorian, please," the Orc simpered. - Guy~7
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Fléin asked about the menu, and was told to choose from "a burger, large, medium or small, either cat, fish, lemming, possum, rabbit, raccoon, squirrel or any other furry animal, with optional purple ketchup, or else a bag, large, medium or small, of candy, flies, liquorice, bees, or slugs. There's also a choice of lima beans, chocolate, chewing gum or fruitcake, - Guy~6 LMP says: "Eeeewwwwww!"

"Medium lemmingburger, please, and hold the purple ketchup," he replied. -Guy~6
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"Aw, sorry 'bout that hom- uh, Mardil. Heh- that's a tight name, man- Maarrrdiiilll! S'got a ring to it, ya know. Maaarrrdiiiillll!! Ha ha ha!" Mardil shook his head. He was beginning to regret switching seats. Oblivious to Mardil's annoyance, the man continued. "Mardil... Let's go chill with Mardil! Ya can't hold still with Mardil! Let's pop some pills with Mardil! Yeah, ha ha! Your name'll be real useful when we start bustin' out with some rhymes! "

"Oh, goodie," said Mardil. - the phantom~7
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"I'm suing!" screamed the bleeding lawyer in front of the van - the phantom~6
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Before she could say a word, he had showed her an official looking document with a lot of fine print and an impressive looking signature with a rather large number of loops and squiggles that seemed to spell out "Anakron" or at least "Anakin"... or perhaps it said "A Napkin"? - Feanor~6
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Madonnarwen -Feanor~7
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"Where? Where?" simpered Karís, Double Dragon signs dancing in his eyes. - Encaitare~7
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Spam, bacon, sausage, and spam, 1 troll, 25 maggots
Spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon, and spam, 1 troll, 50 maggots
Spam, sausage, spam, spam, bacon, spam, tomato and spam, 2 trolls - Celuien~8
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Troubled dreams filled her mind. She was in a dark tunnel, her feet trapped in a soggy floor of melting spam. - Celuien~6
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There were also a number of police officers, but they appeared quite useless, as all they did was say, "What's all this, then?" - Encaitare~6
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"Bruv? I am Fléin, Fréin's son of the Orocarni. I am no brother of thine," Fléin accidentally slipped into Jamesian English. - Guy~6
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The rest of the walk passed without major incidence, unless you wished to count a dog jumping onto him, tearing off part of his beard and running off on its tartan-clad, furry little way. - Guy~6
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“Ah, playwrights. ’Tis a sorry state indeed, that most of thy kind live their fruitful lives unbeknownst to most eyes and ears, until their death bed doth bring them fame.” - Durelin~6
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The troll who had voiced the question immediately snapped back at his comrade. “No, thou art a beslubbering pottle-deep coxcomb, and thoust would not know a pillow from a hedgerow!” - Durelin~6 - LMP says: "Wow!"
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The new Trollonius stopped to look at his fellow troll. “What on earth are you gibbering about?” -Durelin~7
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Trollonius pushed Trollrick off of him, causing the latter to land on the litter (Valde later tried to say that five times faster) - Durelin~7