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Now this didn't stop him (Wormtongue) moving towards his goal of becoming the very best dead and dancin' entertainer in all of all(?) Eru's creation. Worm-ridden Wormtongue picked up a finger he'd dropped on his way to be dewormed and tried to pick his nose with the severed Finger of Mucus, but decided that snotta good idea, and instead went beserk with his little pink hands all over Saruman's newly washed robes, leaving oozy fingerprints that looked rather strange and wobbly, like jellied eels. And Saruman's socks also got dirty once again.
Burning more calories than usual, Saruman ran away from (the) kitchens, into Treebeard's bark, yelling for his axe and chainsaw, but Treebeard picked up his trusty toothbrush and started scrubbing Saruman's coat with tree sap. Saruman didn't like sticky gum trees all over his new Orophin's Diary, making him cry his eyes out. Poor little Saruman used his socks to wipe away the remains of humanity and it's lasagna made of the...
"best cheese ever"
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Joined together wrote our names upon the page
Seven times alliance our loyalties we gave
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