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Twisted Taleswapper
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity
Posts: 1,706
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Medul-Zoom
"Do you smell that?"*Eowyn opens her eyes and finds herself tied up in a corner, she proceeds to wiggle her Oh-So slender hands free from her binds.She turns to Theoden who is bound beside her* Eowyn: "Uncle! Wake up!" *Jostles Theoden* Theoden:" I'll tear you into pieces! You'll never take me alive!" Eowyn: *confused look* "I won't even ask anymore. Uncle! Where are we at? What's that dreaded singing? Why am I in these rags? What's going on?" Theoden: "Ackkk! Stop with the questions. I got a blistering headache." Eowyn: "Come on now, we have to figure out what's going on." Theoden:" I just need to get these noises out of my head. Noise, noise, noise, never goes away!" *perks up* Oooh ale! Eowyn: *surprised* "I never imagined you as a ale person!" Theoden: "I prefer the harder stuff, but anything to get rid of my headache." *Goes and opens a case of ale* Eowyn: "Stop goofing around Uncle. We have to get ourselves out of this mess, or I'll go insane from this singing." Theoden: *Now drinking from a bottle of ale* "You and me both, my head is going to explode." Eowyn: "The last thing I remember is hearing the wonderful voice of Elves singing, then the rest is blank. Then I woke up here. But these songs...these are just silly songs." Theoden: "Stupid elves think they can just come into my Medul-zoom and party the night away without inviting me! Well, they'll get what's coming to them." Eowyn: "We have to get them out of here, or we'll lose are heads." Theoden: *On his 3rd ale bottle...he starts hiccupping and slurring* "What d'you got in mine?" Eowyn: "I suppose we have to scare them off some how. But there's so many of them." Theoden: "How 'bout we go in dere an say "boo!" Ya, that should do it." Eowyn: *sarcastically* "Sure that'll do it, an old man stumbling in saying boo. Good thinking!" Theoden: *starts fifth bottle of ale* "Why thank you." Eowyn: "What would drive the elves away in total disgust and fear?" Theoden: *hiccup* "I know! Your singing...I remind of the time when you sang at Theo's funeral, and that right there scared the crap right out of me." Eowyn: "Uncle!" Theoden: "It's true, I wus jus' thinking, I need to get you some choir lessons!" Eowyn: *face growing red, but subdues it* "Ok, if it will get these Elves out of here it is worth a try." Theoden: *on 8th bottle of ale* "Shure worked on me." Eowyn: "But these Elves are skilled. It's going to take more than awful opera singing to drive them away." Theoden: *farts* "Hehe, wooh, scuse me." *A lightbulb appears over Eowyn's head* Eowyn: *Downs two ales of her own* I think I've got it Uncle!! Grab a few more ales and follow me." (To be continued...) |
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