This takes place during dark times...

Three cans of Spam for the guild officers collection

Seven for the guild members in their rejected ways

Nine for the spammers doom to Spam

One for dark dwarfy-dude on his throne of spammers

In the land of midgets where the shadows lie...

Bradven: How close are the dwarfyian-dude forces to our border?

Aeion: They're getting closer sir! I think it may be time to call out our secret weapons.

Bradven: Very well! *Presses intercom button* Bring in the drunks!

Negativeawn: Ou aled fo me?

Bradven: Get yourself together man! Where is Ddracco?

Ddracco: Ere ir!

Bradven: Aeion... they're going to need some help. Bring in back up!

*Ganes, Snugger, Spirithunter, Pantalaimon, Kutter, Korinaar, Kaoak walk in*

Bradven: Thank you all for showing up. As you may already know the dwarfyian-dude forces are closing in. We need to the nine of you to go where not many have gone before... The land of Midgets....

All: *Gasp*

Bradven: *heroic music comes on* You sha-

Aeion: Sir! The messenger has just returned! They are sending the dreaded uber l33t people after us!

Bradven: Dang it! Can't I have my good guy moment!!!

Aeion: Sorry sir...

Bradven: *Ahem* As I was saying... You shall be called the fellowship of the Spam! Now go and throw the one can of Spam into the fires of mount l33t!

All: Yes sir!

Little did Bradven know that Sauronis aka dark dwarfy-dude had his own secret weapon...

Sauronis: Bwhahahahaha! Those fools think they can beat me?! Turielaen! How is my army coming?

Turielaen: The uber l33t forces seem to be doing well your great shortness.

Sauronis: Seem....! I don't want you to seem! I want to know! Send in Cendy!

Cendy: You called your shortness?

Sauronis: Duh I called! *ahem* Have you gotten those fire wands working?

Cendy: You mean this one? *Points the fire rod at Sauronis* and you say 'roast' to mak-

Sauronis: *smokes and sizzles*

Cendy: Oops...