Peter: (practices sword fighting with imaginary wolf… which means he holds his sword at arms length and stares out of the corner of his eye at the tip of his sword. Strange method but seems to be a very successful way of training because in the next scene he's a pro.)
Napoleon: dude, nice moves
Peter: yes sir, I'm fairly decent
Napoleon: I'm pretty dang sweet with the nunchucks
Peter: jolly good, wanna fight?
Napoleon: naaw, I left my nunchucks in my locker
Peter: oh, drats.
Napoleon: dude do you drink whole milk? Because you should be drinking 2
Peter: are you stating that I am chubby?
Napoleon: ya
Peter: you die
Napoleon: I know secret government ninja moves OOOOOOOOAAAAA E E E E E E E E!
(Peter charges Napoleon only to miss when Napoleon busts out the Matrix in his purple tux. Napoleon busts out his secret government Ninja moves and busts Peter with his palm and runs. Well I guess you call it running but it is more of a waddle if you ask me.)
Peter: dang, those were sweet government ninja moves… AND I'M NOT FAT! (as Napoleon runs away)
Napoleon (from the distance): YEEEES YOUUUUU ARRRRRRE! (and he disappears over the hill)
(Peter is not fat, just fat compared to Napoleon)
Old man like the man from Aladdin (or in other words, a janitor from Manhattan): Dude, you got schooled
Peter: where did you come from?
Janitor: Manhattan… well actually I'm one part German, one part Spanish, one Part French and one part Irish
Peter: you don't look Spanish.
Janitor: It's in the name Fred, put an illo on the end and I'm Spanish
Peter: Fredillo? yup. Sounds Spanish to me
Janitor: ya man. Hey, have you seen BUUUUUUUUC. EEEEEEEEEE!
Peter: what?
(Janitor walks away)
Peter: Where were you from?
Janitor: Manhattan!
Peter: bye Fred
Fred: BUUUUUUUUUC EEEEEEEeee! (Fading away over the hill)
(Aragorn randomly appears on a rope from the ceiling eating a sandwich)
Aragorn: Who was that?
Peter: Janitor from Manhattan
Aragorn: uh oh…(Aragorn puts his ear to the ground and listens. It sounds like a herd of orks but it's reallya herd ofRaIAF (rabid and insane Aragorn Fangirls), the RaIF(rabid and insane fangirls), and the F (just plain fangirls). Hide me, quick! We're doomed!
(Peter and Aragorn hide behind the blender)
Aragorn: we don't both fit
(Aragorn decides to climb back up the rope and so he does, Peter tries but can't climb so he points his sword and stares out of the corner of his eye. This move is so majestic that he just floated away.)
He just floated... away...
Fangirls: (break down the door)EEEEEEE Aragorn... He's hanging from a rope on the ceiling!
Aragorn: Blast, the rope didn'tgo anywhere.
Fangirls: EEEEEEEEEEK (fainting one by one)
Aragorn: What to do, where's Peter? I want to float away - but i shall never lose heart, Sauron will be defea... wait... these are F, RaIAF and RaIF... i'm a goner
Aragorn then remembers a trick: LOOK, ORLANDO BLOOM!
F, RaIAF and RaIF: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK ORLANDO BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM and they all took off out the door
Aragorn's knuckles are white, his brain confused and is pretty much a mess but once again has evaded the fate of the persistent F, RaIAF and RaIF
