Disclaimer: I don't own them, so I'm taking the extreme joy of mutilating
the characters!
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Lord Elvis led 8/9 of the Fellowship of the Sock up to a tall tower in the east corner of Rivendell. He knocked on a door at the tippy-top.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! NO FANGIRLS!!!", came a scream from inside.
"Legolas, It's Elvis." The door opened a crack, and a blond head poked out. "No fangirls?"
"No fangirls.", Elvis confirmed. Legolas let them all in.
Lord Elvis cut right down to business. "Legolas, how owuld you like to go to a place wherre there were no fangirls and-"
Legolas cut him off. "No fangirls? Let's go!" And he dragged them all out the door. Even though they were NOT part of the Fellowship, Pothead and Weasel decided that they'd takeup a new job and become STALKERS!!
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And hour later, the Fellowship was on their quest, and everyone was pissing each other off.
"Hey look! It's cheese!", Boromir cried.
Skipper rolled his eyes. 'No, Boromir, that's a tree"
"Oh.", the man repiled.
Mopsey ran down the field, with his arms swinging. "The HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLS are ALIIIIIIIIVE with the osund of MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSIIIC! SiIINGING SOOOOOOOOOOOONG they have SUUUUNG for a thousand YEEEEEEEEAARS!!"
Legolas got pissed off and pulled out his bow.
"Hey look! It's cheese!", cried Boromir.
Skipper rolled his eyes. "No, Boromir, that's a bow."
Legolas paused. "I cannot decide who to shoot. Boromir, Mopesey of Frodo?"
A gasp rang out in the field. "Me? What the hell did I do??", cried an astonished Frodo.
Skipper thought for a second. He decided, although he WOULD like Legolas to kill them, he should REALLY stop his homocidal tendacys. The thought hit him like a bat outta hell.
"Legolas! Look! It's FANGIRLS!", Skipper cried.
Legolas let out a girly screech! "AH! FANGIRLS! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!", and he collapsed into a sobbing heap.
Boromir looked around. "What's a fangirl?"
"CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESEEEEEEEEEEE!", cried Flopsey.
Boromir turned red with anger. "NO! It's MY cheese!"
"It's MINE!", Flopsey yelled back.
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
Frodo sighed. WIth this, they;d never get to Mordor, and defeat Sauron. Then he got an *gasp* IDEA!
"SAURON STOLE THE CHEESE!", Frodo yelled, halting Flopsey and Boromir's conversation.
"Sauron! That's MY name!"
"No, your Boromir.", said a random voice, from a random place.
"Oh, yeah."
Flopsey's eyes filled with tears."The cheese? He stole my cheese?"
Frodo nodded his head. "Yup."
Flopsey's eyes filled with determination. "Then we must go save the CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
And the Fellowship of the Sock ran off into the Sunset, off to save the cheese.
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MUAHAHAHAHA! CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Lord Elvis led 8/9 of the Fellowship of the Sock up to a tall tower in the east corner of Rivendell. He knocked on a door at the tippy-top.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! NO FANGIRLS!!!", came a scream from inside.
"Legolas, It's Elvis." The door opened a crack, and a blond head poked out. "No fangirls?"
"No fangirls.", Elvis confirmed. Legolas let them all in.
Lord Elvis cut right down to business. "Legolas, how owuld you like to go to a place wherre there were no fangirls and-"
Legolas cut him off. "No fangirls? Let's go!" And he dragged them all out the door. Even though they were NOT part of the Fellowship, Pothead and Weasel decided that they'd takeup a new job and become STALKERS!!
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And hour later, the Fellowship was on their quest, and everyone was pissing each other off.
"Hey look! It's cheese!", Boromir cried.
Skipper rolled his eyes. 'No, Boromir, that's a tree"
"Oh.", the man repiled.
Mopsey ran down the field, with his arms swinging. "The HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLS are ALIIIIIIIIVE with the osund of MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSIIIC! SiIINGING SOOOOOOOOOOOONG they have SUUUUNG for a thousand YEEEEEEEEAARS!!"
Legolas got pissed off and pulled out his bow.
"Hey look! It's cheese!", cried Boromir.
Skipper rolled his eyes. "No, Boromir, that's a bow."
Legolas paused. "I cannot decide who to shoot. Boromir, Mopesey of Frodo?"
A gasp rang out in the field. "Me? What the hell did I do??", cried an astonished Frodo.
Skipper thought for a second. He decided, although he WOULD like Legolas to kill them, he should REALLY stop his homocidal tendacys. The thought hit him like a bat outta hell.
"Legolas! Look! It's FANGIRLS!", Skipper cried.
Legolas let out a girly screech! "AH! FANGIRLS! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!", and he collapsed into a sobbing heap.
Boromir looked around. "What's a fangirl?"
"CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESEEEEEEEEEEE!", cried Flopsey.
Boromir turned red with anger. "NO! It's MY cheese!"
"It's MINE!", Flopsey yelled back.
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
Frodo sighed. WIth this, they;d never get to Mordor, and defeat Sauron. Then he got an *gasp* IDEA!
"SAURON STOLE THE CHEESE!", Frodo yelled, halting Flopsey and Boromir's conversation.
"Sauron! That's MY name!"
"No, your Boromir.", said a random voice, from a random place.
"Oh, yeah."
Flopsey's eyes filled with tears."The cheese? He stole my cheese?"
Frodo nodded his head. "Yup."
Flopsey's eyes filled with determination. "Then we must go save the CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
And the Fellowship of the Sock ran off into the Sunset, off to save the cheese.
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MUAHAHAHAHA! CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESEEEEEEEEEEEEE!