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Diamond18 · 05-19-2006, 07:19 PM

"I would not normally deign to speak with a mere mudblood King of Mordor..."

These words brought Skittles back from a contented state, swaying majestically above a bird filled meadow. One of the birds, a pale little thing that sounded more like a blue jay than a songbird, spoke ill of King Roggie, and Tree-Skittles let out an angry:

"Haroom! A Mudblood! The King of Mordor is a Balrog, you milky little sop! A Maia, you skinny twaddle headed pie-faced pookabunny! How dare you label him as anything less than the magnificent specimen of magical beastliness that he is!?"

In Entish.

Since it takes a very long time to say anything in Entish, while she was working up this indignant schpeil an entire conversation and a half had taken place. And everyone just thought she was muttering to herself.

Suddenly, she turned on her heel and headed for the door.

"Now where are you going?" asked Ms. Martinet.

"I must change my clothes!" responded Skittles, in high dudgeon. "This calls for leather!"

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05-19-2006, 07:19 PM	#9
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	"I would not normally deign to speak with a mere mudblood King of Mordor..." These words brought Skittles back from a contented state, swaying majestically above a bird filled meadow. One of the birds, a pale little thing that sounded more like a blue jay than a songbird, spoke ill of King Roggie, and Tree-Skittles let out an angry: "Haroom! A Mudblood! The King of Mordor is a Balrog, you milky little sop! A Maia, you skinny twaddle headed pie-faced pookabunny! How dare you label him as anything less than the magnificent specimen of magical beastliness that he is!?" In Entish. Since it takes a very long time to say anything in Entish, while she was working up this indignant schpeil an entire conversation and a half had taken place. And everyone just thought she was muttering to herself. Suddenly, she turned on her heel and headed for the door. "Now where are you going?" asked Ms. Martinet. "I must change my clothes!" responded Skittles, in high dudgeon. "This calls for leather!"