*when four hobbits meet the elves*
Sam: Whats that Mr. Frodo?
Frodo: I don't know and I don't care! Go back to sleep.
Sam: But I can't! It's elves, Mr Frodo. I want to see them!
Pippin: We're going to Rivendell, what more do you want?
Merry: Here Sam, drink this Ale.
Sam: *gets v. drunk v. quick* Hay! Elves! Wait! *Strips and runs starkers in front of everyone. The evles drop dead at such a horrible sight. They have never seen such a thing!*
Lame.
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