Who Wants to be a Ring Bearer?
LOTR Style
By Aimi
Lil' note...
This is just to be funny and not to be taken seriously.
Also if this has been done before. I didn't know, so no need to jump all over my bum if it was....
::~::
Sauron sits in the seat across from the hot seat.
"Annoying Regis Philman is currently being turned into an Urk Hai, so I am your host tonight for 'Who Wants to be a Ring Bearer?'. I feel very naked in my eye form, so please try not to stare. I am very sensitive to these kind of things."
Everyone claps wildly.
Sauron starts screaming in black speech and crying. "Okay, let's see which of these wusses can answer the question quickly and correctly." He glares at the contestants, a major one at Aragorn. "What is the password to open the gates of Moria? A. 'Hey open up, I'm big headed Gandalf, former gray wizard turned white, B. I'm starving..., or C. Mellon."
The contestants quickly put in their answers.
Sauron looks at his seeing stone (Since he got angry and bashed the computer over Regis's head). "Stupid, very stupid. S T O O P E D! Stupid!"
The contestants look very confused.
"The correct answer was C. Four of you answered B.," Makes a tsk tsk sounds towards the Hobbits. "About a million others said A." Said Saroun, who rolled he's eye at Gandalf and others. "Not one for C! Okay another one. Who is the blonde elf in the fellowship? A. Legolas, B. Galadriel, or C. Gloin."
He looks at his seeing stone again. He's eye widens. "What the mordor? Why are they're so many Bs? Does Legolas really nance around that badly? At least one of you fools answered right. Aragorn, your first."
Aragorn strides up to the hot seat. "Good evening, master---uh evilness thing?"
Sauron looked up as if too say someone kill me--wait scratch that. "Your Overlord Sauron will do, Man."
Aragorn nods, hand on the hilt of his toothpick--his sword was gone!
Sauron watches as Aragorn looked around frantically. "What's wrong with you?"
Sauron smells smoke. He saw four hobbits sitting around a fire in the studio, cooking some food.
One is holding a rather large looking skewer with sausages on it.
"MY PRECCIIOOUUSS!!!" Screams Aragorn wildly as he dashes towards Pippin.
Smeagol lunges at Aragorn from the audience. "DON'T STEAL PRECIOUS'S LINES!!!" Smeagol beats Aragorn on the head with a smelly half eaten fish.
Sauron shakes he's head. "Never mind." He hands Frodo the ring. "You won."
Frodo blinks and pouts. "I didn't play."
Sauron scrowls. "So?"
Frod starts crying.
Regis Urk Hai enters the room. "RAAAHHH! KILL THE KELLY! KILL THE KELLY!"
LOTR Style
By Aimi
Lil' note...
This is just to be funny and not to be taken seriously.
Also if this has been done before. I didn't know, so no need to jump all over my bum if it was....
::~::
Sauron sits in the seat across from the hot seat.
"Annoying Regis Philman is currently being turned into an Urk Hai, so I am your host tonight for 'Who Wants to be a Ring Bearer?'. I feel very naked in my eye form, so please try not to stare. I am very sensitive to these kind of things."
Everyone claps wildly.
Sauron starts screaming in black speech and crying. "Okay, let's see which of these wusses can answer the question quickly and correctly." He glares at the contestants, a major one at Aragorn. "What is the password to open the gates of Moria? A. 'Hey open up, I'm big headed Gandalf, former gray wizard turned white, B. I'm starving..., or C. Mellon."
The contestants quickly put in their answers.
Sauron looks at his seeing stone (Since he got angry and bashed the computer over Regis's head). "Stupid, very stupid. S T O O P E D! Stupid!"
The contestants look very confused.
"The correct answer was C. Four of you answered B.," Makes a tsk tsk sounds towards the Hobbits. "About a million others said A." Said Saroun, who rolled he's eye at Gandalf and others. "Not one for C! Okay another one. Who is the blonde elf in the fellowship? A. Legolas, B. Galadriel, or C. Gloin."
He looks at his seeing stone again. He's eye widens. "What the mordor? Why are they're so many Bs? Does Legolas really nance around that badly? At least one of you fools answered right. Aragorn, your first."
Aragorn strides up to the hot seat. "Good evening, master---uh evilness thing?"
Sauron looked up as if too say someone kill me--wait scratch that. "Your Overlord Sauron will do, Man."
Aragorn nods, hand on the hilt of his toothpick--his sword was gone!
Sauron watches as Aragorn looked around frantically. "What's wrong with you?"
Sauron smells smoke. He saw four hobbits sitting around a fire in the studio, cooking some food.
One is holding a rather large looking skewer with sausages on it.
"MY PRECCIIOOUUSS!!!" Screams Aragorn wildly as he dashes towards Pippin.
Smeagol lunges at Aragorn from the audience. "DON'T STEAL PRECIOUS'S LINES!!!" Smeagol beats Aragorn on the head with a smelly half eaten fish.
Sauron shakes he's head. "Never mind." He hands Frodo the ring. "You won."
Frodo blinks and pouts. "I didn't play."
Sauron scrowls. "So?"
Frod starts crying.
Regis Urk Hai enters the room. "RAAAHHH! KILL THE KELLY! KILL THE KELLY!"