Again, he hopped down.
"Faramir, wassup with you?"
Aragorn was greatly startled when Faramir pulled him close and kissed his forehead.
"My brother Aragorn," he said.
"Not again."
"Tell me my son,"
"Wait, am I your BROTHER or your SON? Ya gotta like, choose man!"
"Ah, how naive the unconverted mind is. Tell me, my son, when have you last prayed?"
"Prayed? Like to Illuvatar?"
"No, my son, to Jesus Christ."
"Who?"
It was then Faramir began talking about the Bible and Adam and Eve and all that crap. When he got to about 500 BC, Aragorn screamed,
"NOOOO!!! Stop! Please! I can't take any more!!!! Please!"
Faramir looked worried. "Has the devil gotten hold of your head, my son? You are grasping it, looking so pained."
"NO! NO DEVIL! NO JESUS! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" With that, Aragorn took the cross that hung around Faramir's neck and whacked him in the head with it, running away afterwards.
"Faramir, wassup with you?"
Aragorn was greatly startled when Faramir pulled him close and kissed his forehead.
"My brother Aragorn," he said.
"Not again."
"Tell me my son,"
"Wait, am I your BROTHER or your SON? Ya gotta like, choose man!"
"Ah, how naive the unconverted mind is. Tell me, my son, when have you last prayed?"
"Prayed? Like to Illuvatar?"
"No, my son, to Jesus Christ."
"Who?"
It was then Faramir began talking about the Bible and Adam and Eve and all that crap. When he got to about 500 BC, Aragorn screamed,
"NOOOO!!! Stop! Please! I can't take any more!!!! Please!"
Faramir looked worried. "Has the devil gotten hold of your head, my son? You are grasping it, looking so pained."
"NO! NO DEVIL! NO JESUS! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" With that, Aragorn took the cross that hung around Faramir's neck and whacked him in the head with it, running away afterwards.