A/N: So here's the next chapter of the insanity! Thanks to all who reviewed. This chapter contains a little (okay, more than a little) mature content. I rated this T for a reason, people!

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Elvish:

Nai Valaraukar tye-mátar. –May Balrogs eat you.

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I stood up on shaky legs. "Despite blacking out twice in fifteen seconds, I'm fine. You guys really need to STOP BREAKING THINGS."

As soon as I said that, Pippin nodded a little too enthusiastically, bonking his head into Tristan's, who clapped his hand to his head, his elbow knocking into Merry, whose hand shot out to the baby grand piano behind him (oxymoron right there), which collided with a crystal vase, which shattered into a bunch of tiny, glittering stars.

"Nai Valaraukar tye-mátar!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Why do you not listen to me?"

"Do you really want me to list all the reasons?" asked Tristan.

"I forget. What's that one mean again?" Xavier asked me.

"May Balrogs eat you. And, Double T, no, I do not."

"Didn't I tell you hobbits tend to break things?" Gandalf asked, fixing the vase.

"Yes, but what can I do? Besides hope they will be eaten by Balrogs?"

"I don't know."

Merry suddenly fell on the floor.

"Sugar crash," said Trist. "Don't worry, he's not dead."

Xavier was playing Sugar, Sugar, and wasn't paying attention to the universe.

"Did someone die?"

"No," I said.

He went back to playing Sugar, Sugar.

"You can has fail," Trist grinned.

"Shut up before I throw the computer at yo head."

"You can has fail at being Lil Wayne."

"Has anyone noticed we kind of forgot about Merry?"

Pippin, after saying that, collapsed too.

"Sugar crashes," I laughed.

Boromir picked up Merry and Pippin, who weren't unconscious but were bordering on it, looked at me, and jerked his head toward the stairs.

"Where can I hide them?"

"Go into the first room on the left, put them in the closet."

"Okay." He walked up the stairs.

"There's a Halloween costume from last year in that closet. It's a skeleton with very real-looking decaying flesh."

"The duck is in there, too," Trist said.

"That's not scary."

"You in it is."

"I'm hungry," I said, walking into the kitchen and ignoring my bitch of a little brother.

"Toss them in the closet in the first door on the left?" Boromir called down from upstairs.

"That's what she said," said Legolas.

"That's what she said," I laughed, returning to the living room, food forgotten. I had a feeling where this was going.

"That is what you said," Legolas countered, not a hint of a smile on his face.

"Yes, it is what I said."

"But a That's what I/you said doesn't exist," said Xavier. "I'm confused…"

"Yeah, but it's a That's what she said and that's what she said." said Legolas.

"What? I'm very confuzzled." Tristan gave all of us the Confuzzled Look.

"Yes, that is what I said," I said.

"No, duh, but…I'm so confused!" Tristan said, burying his head in his hands. "My head will now explode from confuzzlization! And then you will have to toss the rest of me into that bush that's technically not on our property to avoid Mom and Dad finding you!"

"That's what she said," said Legolas. He was incredible at keeping a straight face.

"No, it's what I said!" said Trist.

"Yes, but it's also a That's what she said." said Legolas.

"No, what Li said was-"

"What Li said is rather irrelevant-"

"But she's the only girl here!"

I looked around.

"I just realized that," I said.

"Did any of you realize that he doesn't know what That's what she said means? And, I'm starting to think at least one of you is guilty of incorrect pronoun usage," said Aragorn.

"Yes, but it's fun to torment little children!" said Legolas.

"That's what she said," I said.

"I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know," said Tristan.

"Go to bed, small child," I said. "It's almost eight." "I don't wanna," he said, just as a terrifying scream issued from upstairs.

A/N: Yes, yes, I know, short. My muse is abandoning me. Did anyone notice I used the word "said" 35 times in this chapter?

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