The Council of Silly Walks
Frodo, aka Silly Walker: I have a silly walk and I'd like to obtain a Gondor grant to develop it.
Boromir: Now wait a minute. One does not simply silly walk into Gondor.
Frodo: Well, you're obviously the cruel heartless bastard.
Elrond: Behold Frodo's Bane!
Boromir: Now wait a minute. I was not sent to spend any money, simply to seek the meaning of a riddle.
Sam: *off side* I"m the sweet, slightly ineffective lower middle class one.
Frodo: Four hundred years ago Isildur died for want of a silly walk. Now I'm suggesting we make an advance.
Aragorn: An advance? One does not simply make silly advances to lovely ladies.
Gimli: You learnt that when she turned you into a newt?
Aragorn: Oyi, but I got better.
Frodo: It's my duty as the Silly Walker to sample as much peril as I can.
Gandalf: Okay, but it'll only be a flesh wound.
exit stage left, followed by a little bit of peril
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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