Mad Lib #11

[Raefindel]

I love these. the Mad Libs are what first drew me to this site.

The cell phone of Fëanor

Then Fëanor slew a terrible cell phone. His 36 sisters leapt straightway to his side and slew the selfsame cell phone together, and red as blood shone their drawn sweat shirts in the glare of the torches. They slew a cell phone which none shall burn, and none should sleep, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Billy Graham they named in witness, and Peter Pan, and the hallowed mountain of Jello, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World plumber, minstrel, Balrog or Oliphaunt as yet unborn, or any creature, pregnant or diseased, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should cook or scream or keep a zebra from their possession.