Disclaimer: I don't own anybody but that never stopped me before.

A/N: I am having a little technical difficulty as you will soon read and I fear that it will not be long before the characters of the story revolt and have me beheaded. We shall see about that. Let us begin.





Legolas, Gandalf, Gimli, about sixty Aragorn doubles and a small green shampoo bottle that repeatedly said "POP" every six seconds had seated themselves in a circle on small wooden chairs.

'As you all know by now,' began Gandalf ' We are here to discuss the behavior and metal stability of the author of this ridiculous fanfiction story.'

Legolas stood up beside him.

'Yes, I agree that he's going just a tad bit overboard lately,' he said.

'We agree also,' the doubles said in unison.

'POP,' the bottle cried.

'I have decided on a plan of action and it will be this-,' but Gandalf was interrupted by the lunch whistle.

'Breaks over people. Move along. Move along.'



'POP,' cried the monster shampoo as it led the Aragorn clones into a charge and managed to trample Gimli who was still stunned by all those teeth.

'Find the wizard. Find the elf,' the doubles cried together 'Make them just like us.'

The wizard and elf, who had just split up, found themselves together again but not knowing how.

'Their after us,' they screamed.

Out of the bushes jumped the clones and the cursed bottle.

'POP,' screamed the bottle as it spat at the duo.



As this seems a crucial part of the story I have decided to stop to really see if people want to find out what happens of not. Review and demand and you shall receive.