Disclaimer: And again, I don't own these characters. But if I did, I would so totally pwn all of you and you know it.
A/N: This likely won't make much sense to those of you who haven't heard of this whole situation. Awhile back, down at The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum, there was a slogan that went something like, "Do the Wave for Boromir the Disco King!". It gives you quite the hilarious mental image, does it not? Just…just flow with it, ok?XD Don't flame me. All in good humor.
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"…You can't be serious, Boromir."
In his heart, Faramir knew it wasn't really worth the argument. Boromir always insisted that his own strange antics had some form of sincerity behind them. He shot his younger brother a withering glare, an expression of stone on his face.
Faramir sighed, taking the hint. "Yes, yes. Of course you're serious. But was kidnapping me absolutely necessary?"
"All a part of the plan, little brother! I knew you wouldn't oblige by your own free will, so I just…helped you along a little bit. Just be happy I didn't go with my first plan. I was originally going to slap you with a fish until you agreed to let me teach you.," Boromir replied, grinning with pride at his own so called 'genius'. "Now, listen here. I'll show you a very basic step. All you have to do is--"
"…Do I really have to?"
"YES! Faramir! One day when I'm dead and gone, you will have to take over not only as Captain of the White Tower, but also as THE DISCO KING. Now repeat after me and watch what I do--AH, AH, AH, AH. STAYIN' ALIVE. STAYIN' ALIVE."
Faramir groaned, lowering his head to his hands. "What did I ever do to deserve you as a brother?"
"Will you just shut up and make with the hips?"