A/N: This whole chapter is really nonsense. If you'd like to actually read the story, SKIP IT!
Note from Little Gavroche: Thanks to my superior hacking skills I have managed to break into Moril's computer and alter his files! MuWahahahahaaaaaaaa!!! Or maybe he just typed this at my house… BUT HE STOLE MY QUOTE!! sticks out tongue Oh well. Heheh… ^.~
Note from Moril: I don't know why I bother… On to the story!
Note from Little Gavroche; It's Terry Pratchett's!!! Not his!!! MuWahahahahaaaaaa!!!
Note from Moril: Can we go on, please?
ALBERT, THEY REJECTED ME.
Note from Little Gavroche: No no no!!!! You're doing it all wrong!!!! `-´ Grrrr…
Note from Moril: Some authors actually like to have their stories contain stories and not CHATTER!!!
Note from Little Gavroche: Stupid boring people… wanders off muttering ^^
Note from Moril: All right, now that she's gone, we can have Death and Albert and the Death of Rats and all those weird people back. At least I do not employ a ballistic approach to punctuation.
Note from Some Guy: Well, actually, I think he uses to little. If he were to maybe use more than one exclamation point ever in his life, his stories would be more interesting.
Note from Moril: Shut up.
Note from Some Guy: Bugrit, bugrit, bugrit. Millennium hand and shrimp, I told 'em. I told 'em he's a yellow gronk. But they wouldn't listen, bugrit, bugrem.
Note from Moril: All right, at least we have some Terry Pratchett in here… Goodbye, Foul Ole Ron…
Note from Little Gavroche: We DO have some Terry Pratchett in here!!! ^^ I will quote you –
ALBERT, THEY REJECTED ME.
Ha!!! See???? SEE??!!!?!?!!?!?!!!!?!?!?!?!???????!?!!!!?!?! ^_____________^
Note from Moril: Well, I was trying to actually write a Discworld fic instead of a chatroom! See? One exclamation point! Grammatically correct!
Note from Some Guy: No. Use at least twenty. Like this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Note from Little Gavroche: The two chappies before this WERE a Discworld fic, with Discworld charas and everything!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn't that enough????? oO
Note from Moril: All right, has my trusted friend Little Gavroche turned into a blaspheming ELFYBOPPER??!?!??!?!!?!?!!?!?!!!?!?
Little Gavroche; smack I RESENT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! `-´
Moril: HAHAHAHAAAAAAAA… Turn to dust before the holy light of Tolkien…
Little Gavroche; chanting LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!! LEG-O-LAS!!!!!!
OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!! OR-LI!!!
Moril takes out a large phaser rifle from Star Trek and blasts Little Gavroche in a burst of power from the conflicting but now unified sources of Pratchett, Tolkien and Roddenberry.
Little Gavroche turns into a Borg and assimilates Moril using power from the omnipotent Sailor Moon, Tamora Pierce, and Orlando Bloom.
Moril: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Little Gavroche: No no no!!!! It's like THIS!!!
Ahem…
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See? Like THAT!!!!! ^^
Moril becomes Long John Silver.
Long John Silver: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Matey, this is getting really random!
Little Gavroche: What else is new, ye salty Fez?!?!???!!?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, on to the fanfic – for REAL this time… Oh, btw, I'm not REALLY an elfybopper. ^^;;;;;; It's just a comedy routine. Orlando Bloom is a gibbering narcissistic ninny!!!! Muwahahahahaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Long John Silver becomes Moril
Moril: Thank you!
Moril and Little Gavroche take a bow and disappear. The scene becomes Death's study…