My sincerest apoligies for the wait-if you haven't forgotten about me that is.
We are about halfway through Swamp Thing, but we are having trouble with the character of Dinosaur, and I think Tweak bailed out on me. *glare*
But, I will offer a peace offering, this is part of chapter three, in which Handoff and Piping enter Flounder.
I heard a very interesting rumor today - in Return of the King apparently Denethor asks Pippin to sing, and he does! That would be cool.
Watch the RotK trailer. It is excellent.
Chapter three, sneak preview.
Handoff and Piping rode across the landscape like a well oiled bowling ball down a smooth icy hill.
Piping heard Handoff muttering a poem.
"This little piggy went to market
this little piggy stayed home
this little piggy had roast beef
this little piggy had none
and this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!"
"Handoff, what does that poem mean?" asked Piping.
"Well, Piping, it's quite simple actually. This poem is an allegory of the the people who helped in the first war for Flounder. The first little piggy was going to war against Moron, the second piggy was a dirty lowdown traitor who supported Moron, the third little piggy is a cannibalistic Moron-Supporter, the fourth little piggy is the Floundarian who is off at war and doesn't have meat, an the fifth little piggy represents all the little Corcs who have been beaten in war and are going home."
"Zzzzz," said Piping.
"But of course, the first little piggy is actually the Horsie People, the second are the bakers who are now in the paths of the Bread, the third are the Selves, who actually didn't have much to do except ogle themselves and eat at Arby's, the fourth is supposedly to represent the Floundarian who is supposedly great and mighty and wonderful and would go without many things for the sake of his country, and the fifth is actually just there for comedic effect," said the overwinded blizzard.
"ZZZZZZZZZ!!!" said Piping louder.
"But in reality the third pig might be..."
"Look Handoff!" shouted Piping at the top of his lungs scaring the blizzard into a three-second silence. "Look at the fire on the hills! Is it dragons? Or maybe a forest fire? Is not Smokey the Bear vigilant as he was in the olden days?"
"No, silly Blobbit! There's no such thing as Smokey the Bear!"
"There isn't?" wailed Piping. "Nooo! But it isn't dragons, is it?"
"Dragons have not been seen around here for ages and ages and ages!"
"And ages?"
"And ages!"
"And ages, even?"
"Yes! Ages!"
"Many long ages?"
"Just where are you going with this, you blobbit?"
"My point is, I already have to carry you piggy-back, do I have to put up with your blabbing as well?"
"Who goes there?" cried a voice.
"AHHHH!" shouted Handoff.
"Friend or foe of Flounder?" came the voice again.
"I am a friend! And anyway you can't hurt me, because I am carrying a gift to Dinosaur!" shouted Handoff quickly dismounting from Piping's shoulders. "So Nya!"
"It's Handoff," wailed another voice. "Doom is upon us!"
"I ride upon its wings!" said Handoff proudly.
"No, you ride upon a poor little blobbit's shoulders, you fat..." muttered Piping.
"What is this gift?" said the man belonging to the voice coming up at that moment. "Another handslave?" Piping squeaked.
"Perhaps, maybe even something for his cat to play with," said Handoff. "Actually, I bring one of the two who saw Boring die!"
"He's dead?" said Piping.
"Yes, even the one who saw the arrows go "kachunk!" into his chest, the one who last saw his lifeblood seeping into the cold, cold ground..."
"Arrogant told me that they sent him over a waterfall," said Piping. "And anyway, if the ground is cold it's probably frozen, and if so liquid can't soak into..."
"Shut up!" said Handoff grandly whacking the blobbit. "You didn't hear that, Ingot," said Handoff slipping some green to the man.
"Not a word," winked Ingot. "Do you wish to enter Flounder?"
"Well, yeah. That's why I came, after all."
"Ok, don't say I didn't warn ya. Toodle-oo, give my regards to Broad street, and all that!"
We are about halfway through Swamp Thing, but we are having trouble with the character of Dinosaur, and I think Tweak bailed out on me. *glare*
But, I will offer a peace offering, this is part of chapter three, in which Handoff and Piping enter Flounder.
I heard a very interesting rumor today - in Return of the King apparently Denethor asks Pippin to sing, and he does! That would be cool.
Watch the RotK trailer. It is excellent.
Chapter three, sneak preview.
Handoff and Piping rode across the landscape like a well oiled bowling ball down a smooth icy hill.
Piping heard Handoff muttering a poem.
"This little piggy went to market
this little piggy stayed home
this little piggy had roast beef
this little piggy had none
and this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!"
"Handoff, what does that poem mean?" asked Piping.
"Well, Piping, it's quite simple actually. This poem is an allegory of the the people who helped in the first war for Flounder. The first little piggy was going to war against Moron, the second piggy was a dirty lowdown traitor who supported Moron, the third little piggy is a cannibalistic Moron-Supporter, the fourth little piggy is the Floundarian who is off at war and doesn't have meat, an the fifth little piggy represents all the little Corcs who have been beaten in war and are going home."
"Zzzzz," said Piping.
"But of course, the first little piggy is actually the Horsie People, the second are the bakers who are now in the paths of the Bread, the third are the Selves, who actually didn't have much to do except ogle themselves and eat at Arby's, the fourth is supposedly to represent the Floundarian who is supposedly great and mighty and wonderful and would go without many things for the sake of his country, and the fifth is actually just there for comedic effect," said the overwinded blizzard.
"ZZZZZZZZZ!!!" said Piping louder.
"But in reality the third pig might be..."
"Look Handoff!" shouted Piping at the top of his lungs scaring the blizzard into a three-second silence. "Look at the fire on the hills! Is it dragons? Or maybe a forest fire? Is not Smokey the Bear vigilant as he was in the olden days?"
"No, silly Blobbit! There's no such thing as Smokey the Bear!"
"There isn't?" wailed Piping. "Nooo! But it isn't dragons, is it?"
"Dragons have not been seen around here for ages and ages and ages!"
"And ages?"
"And ages!"
"And ages, even?"
"Yes! Ages!"
"Many long ages?"
"Just where are you going with this, you blobbit?"
"My point is, I already have to carry you piggy-back, do I have to put up with your blabbing as well?"
"Who goes there?" cried a voice.
"AHHHH!" shouted Handoff.
"Friend or foe of Flounder?" came the voice again.
"I am a friend! And anyway you can't hurt me, because I am carrying a gift to Dinosaur!" shouted Handoff quickly dismounting from Piping's shoulders. "So Nya!"
"It's Handoff," wailed another voice. "Doom is upon us!"
"I ride upon its wings!" said Handoff proudly.
"No, you ride upon a poor little blobbit's shoulders, you fat..." muttered Piping.
"What is this gift?" said the man belonging to the voice coming up at that moment. "Another handslave?" Piping squeaked.
"Perhaps, maybe even something for his cat to play with," said Handoff. "Actually, I bring one of the two who saw Boring die!"
"He's dead?" said Piping.
"Yes, even the one who saw the arrows go "kachunk!" into his chest, the one who last saw his lifeblood seeping into the cold, cold ground..."
"Arrogant told me that they sent him over a waterfall," said Piping. "And anyway, if the ground is cold it's probably frozen, and if so liquid can't soak into..."
"Shut up!" said Handoff grandly whacking the blobbit. "You didn't hear that, Ingot," said Handoff slipping some green to the man.
"Not a word," winked Ingot. "Do you wish to enter Flounder?"
"Well, yeah. That's why I came, after all."
"Ok, don't say I didn't warn ya. Toodle-oo, give my regards to Broad street, and all that!"