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references in anyone's stories about Frodo and a foot doctor, they will be
hunted down and "Shlorped" and/or burnt. (My arsonist will come after you)
(P.S. I really do have one) (P.P.S Really)
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"No!" Frodo screamed when Aragorn pried his fingers off the doorframe and pulled him up onto a horse. "I don't want to go to the foot doctor! My feet are fine. Don't you see how all the other Hobbits feet look? It is normal to have feet like mine!"
"The doctor is your friend, not your enemy," Aragorn argued. "Besides, I'm not in charge of all the other Hobbit's personal hygiene, just yours."
"And as the holder of the ring you have to look extra special pretty," Legolas added as he climbed onto the horse. He paused to admire his good looks in the passenger's side mirror that he had previously stapled to the horse.
"See," Aragorn said, "The Elf agrees with me. And we will go to the foot doctor. Maybe we can get something that works better than the Gold Bond Foot Swabs."
"Yes," Legolas agreed, "Those definitely didn't make your feet prettier."
"Who even made those things?" asked Aragorn.
"I believe that it was Johnson & Johnson. WE know that their products don't work. I don't know why we even tried them."
"Yes," Frodo said thoughtfully, "Anyone with the first name Johnson, middle name "&" and last name Johnson definitely can't be trusted."
To be continued..
Note: This is my first story on Fanfiction.net, SO PLEASE REVIEW. (I'll write more if I get reviews) Flames will be given to the arsonist. (P.S. I really do have one.) (P.P.S. Really)
"No!" Frodo screamed when Aragorn pried his fingers off the doorframe and pulled him up onto a horse. "I don't want to go to the foot doctor! My feet are fine. Don't you see how all the other Hobbits feet look? It is normal to have feet like mine!"
"The doctor is your friend, not your enemy," Aragorn argued. "Besides, I'm not in charge of all the other Hobbit's personal hygiene, just yours."
"And as the holder of the ring you have to look extra special pretty," Legolas added as he climbed onto the horse. He paused to admire his good looks in the passenger's side mirror that he had previously stapled to the horse.
"See," Aragorn said, "The Elf agrees with me. And we will go to the foot doctor. Maybe we can get something that works better than the Gold Bond Foot Swabs."
"Yes," Legolas agreed, "Those definitely didn't make your feet prettier."
"Who even made those things?" asked Aragorn.
"I believe that it was Johnson & Johnson. WE know that their products don't work. I don't know why we even tried them."
"Yes," Frodo said thoughtfully, "Anyone with the first name Johnson, middle name "&" and last name Johnson definitely can't be trusted."
To be continued..