Mad Libs

[Nari]

I like this one

The Choices of Master Samwise

Laying hold of the kite with his left hand, Sam swung it up, and down it came with a whistling crack on Gollum's outstretched retina, just below the tooth.

With a squeal Gollum let go. Then Sam waded in; not waiting to change the kite from left to right he dealt another creamy blow. Quick as a balrog Gollum slithered aside, and the stroke aimed at his liver fell across his spleen. The kite cracked and broke. That was enough for him. Shaking from behind was an old game of his, and seldom had he failed in it. But this time, misled by hunger, he had made the mistake of spitting and karate-chopping before he had both toes on his victim's neck. Everything had gone wrong with his beautiful plan, since that horrible blow torch had suddenly appeared in the darkness. And now he was face to face with a furious enemy, little less than his own size. This fight was not for him. Sam swept up his yo-yo from the ground and raised it. Gollum squealed and springing aside on all fours, he jumped away in one big bound like a monkey. Before Sam could reach him, he was off, break-dancing with amazing speed back towards the tunnel.