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Chapter Five
SPORKS ... for all.
It had been 2 days. Exactly 2. Not 2.5, not even 3, no, just 2. Simply 2. Anyways, Legolas' chic crimps were no more - gasp! - for when he went to wash his head it was magically gone. Perhaps someone should have told elfy
boy that water does not mix well with crimpedness.
Strider still had braids though and Frodo was still crying but other than that, the journey was fast. Yay. They made it to the Eggo waffle factory before the day they were currently in was over! Spiffy! Now it was time to forge a plan.
"Aragorn, it is now time to forge a plan!" Said Legolas promptly. "Any ideas?"
"SPORKS!" Strider cried.
"Wha?"
"Sporks Legolas! Sporks!" Strider took a long inhale of his weed pipe - not just any weed! No, the finest hobbit's weed. "Sporks." Strider seemed to know only one word at that moment : "Sporks!"
"Yes. We have accomplished that already." Strider whips out a spoon-like object with little prongs on the end of the rounded part. It gleamed in the light of the sun! It gleamed in the light of the sun that crept through the trees! It gleamed in the light of the sun that crept through the trees at a 60 degree angle! It gleamed--
"Wow." said Frodo.
"Spork!" said Strider.
Legolas took the Spork within his fingers, feeling the energy of a thousand other Sporks flow throughout his body. "A Spork!" He held it up. "This will be our new god!"
Frodo bows. Strider eats some cookies.
"No, we're going to use it to raid Manboy's Eggo Waffle Factory." Strider gave a Spork to each of them. "Let us pussyfoot!"
"No thank you." Frodo cried.
"Spiffy." Announced Legolas.
So the three of them ran throughout the forest-of-the-shiny-orange-sporks, that surrounded the Eggo Waffle factory, and penetrated his impenetrable fortress. "We're in!" Yelled Legolas.
"Yay...." The others cheered.
"Now to dress up as the fellow monks within the factory and become one of them in their ways, looks, and smells. Then when they least expect it: SPORK! We shall Spork them to death and reclaim the factory!" Strider again held up the holy Spork.
"Wow." Said Legolas.
"I don't want to smell like them." Frodo cried. Legolas kicked Frodo. Strider went back to eating cookies.
Will their plan to dress up as the monks that hold the Eggo Waffle factory prisoner succeed? Will Manboy and his fellow monk/consumers see through their clever disguises? What of this Spork? Will the Spork become our new god? Will Frodo go numb in the ass from Legolas' constant kicking?
----KungFoOFrOdo
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Chapter Five
SPORKS ... for all.
It had been 2 days. Exactly 2. Not 2.5, not even 3, no, just 2. Simply 2. Anyways, Legolas' chic crimps were no more - gasp! - for when he went to wash his head it was magically gone. Perhaps someone should have told elfy
boy that water does not mix well with crimpedness.
Strider still had braids though and Frodo was still crying but other than that, the journey was fast. Yay. They made it to the Eggo waffle factory before the day they were currently in was over! Spiffy! Now it was time to forge a plan.
"Aragorn, it is now time to forge a plan!" Said Legolas promptly. "Any ideas?"
"SPORKS!" Strider cried.
"Wha?"
"Sporks Legolas! Sporks!" Strider took a long inhale of his weed pipe - not just any weed! No, the finest hobbit's weed. "Sporks." Strider seemed to know only one word at that moment : "Sporks!"
"Yes. We have accomplished that already." Strider whips out a spoon-like object with little prongs on the end of the rounded part. It gleamed in the light of the sun! It gleamed in the light of the sun that crept through the trees! It gleamed in the light of the sun that crept through the trees at a 60 degree angle! It gleamed--
"Wow." said Frodo.
"Spork!" said Strider.
Legolas took the Spork within his fingers, feeling the energy of a thousand other Sporks flow throughout his body. "A Spork!" He held it up. "This will be our new god!"
Frodo bows. Strider eats some cookies.
"No, we're going to use it to raid Manboy's Eggo Waffle Factory." Strider gave a Spork to each of them. "Let us pussyfoot!"
"No thank you." Frodo cried.
"Spiffy." Announced Legolas.
So the three of them ran throughout the forest-of-the-shiny-orange-sporks, that surrounded the Eggo Waffle factory, and penetrated his impenetrable fortress. "We're in!" Yelled Legolas.
"Yay...." The others cheered.
"Now to dress up as the fellow monks within the factory and become one of them in their ways, looks, and smells. Then when they least expect it: SPORK! We shall Spork them to death and reclaim the factory!" Strider again held up the holy Spork.
"Wow." Said Legolas.
"I don't want to smell like them." Frodo cried. Legolas kicked Frodo. Strider went back to eating cookies.
Will their plan to dress up as the monks that hold the Eggo Waffle factory prisoner succeed? Will Manboy and his fellow monk/consumers see through their clever disguises? What of this Spork? Will the Spork become our new god? Will Frodo go numb in the ass from Legolas' constant kicking?
----KungFoOFrOdo
*sTaY 4 sUm MoRe!*
+reviewing is G00d..yes...cum into my power..REVIEW!!! think happy thoughts think happy thoughts.+