CATHEGORY: Warcraft
TYPE: Humour
RATING: G
WARNINGS: none
DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine. Don't sue or flame me.
Tyrande: Alright, time to prepare the meals!
Jaina: (looks around) Yeah, but we're still missing the turkey...
Tyrande: Oh, don't worry, I sent Illidan to get us one. (starts to prepare things)
Jaina: (blinks) Why Illidan?
Tyrande: He's a hunter.
Jaina: But a demon, not a turkey hunter!
Tyrande: Oh, he'll do it, don't underestimate him!
(Illidan rushes past them, chasing a turkey that runs with an incredible speed.)
Illidan: (pants) WHAT IS... THIS ... A LIGHT SPEED... BIRD...?!
(Tyrande and Jaina laugh silently and get back to work with the food. Thrall comes in.)
Thrall: Right, I sent Grom to get us a beautiful tree.
Jaina: Grom, you say?
Thrall: Yeah, he's got great experience with chopping down trees.
Tyrande: (swaetdrops) Right, whatever...
(Meanwhile...)
Kael: Vashj, you really think these lights look fine here?
Vashj: Yes, why?
Kael: Well, you know, as for me... Look, if we put this here, the wall will look like a goblin lab surrounded by wisps.
Vashj: But it still looks good.
(Kael fell over. Arthas comes in, carrying a huge box. Variously coloured chains stick out of it.)
Arthas: (places the box on a couch) Here are the decorations... Hey, what a wall!
Vashj: (snakes hissing) Any problems?
Arthas: Not really... It just gleams more than Dalaran on fire.
(Kael burts out laughing.)
Vashj: (sweatdrops) Alright, mister laughing-at-you-I-always-will-be, get the stuff and decorate the next wall!
Kael: (standing up) What, another one?
Vashj: Yes, we've got three to go!
Kael: Well, in that case, we won't need a Christmas tree...
Arthas: By the way, were is the tree?
(Vashj and Kael look at each other.)
Kael: Wasn't Grom supposed to get it?
Vashj: I guess so...
(A turkey runs past them, chased by a sweating and furious Illidan.)
Arthas: Right, I'll go check on my gifts...
Jaina: (from the kitchen) Hurry up with the turkey, Illidan!
Illidan: (panting) EASY FOR... YOU TO... SAY...!!! THIS BIRD IS... RUNNING AT A... LIGHT SPEED...!!!
(Then suddenly the turkey gets hit by a Frost Nova and dies instantly. Illidan falls, exhausted.)
Kel'Thuzad: Those demon hunters don't have spells too good for such a job...
Tyrande: Well, finally we got the turkey... but we didn't ask for frozen meat.
Kel'Thuzad: (funny voice) Sorry!
(Grom comes in.)
Thrall: Grom, where's the tree?
Grom: What tree?
Thrall: (angry voice) You don't have it?
Grom: Furion didn't let me.
Thrall: (sweatdrops) Now what?
Grom: I'll just go get a synthetic one...
Tyrande: Illy, could you pass me that knife? (points)
Illidan: What knife?
Tyrande: That biggest one?
Illidan: I don't see any.
(Jaina fell over.)
Furion: (comes in) Hey, why so quiet? Let's sing!
Kael: Good idea! (sings "Hark! the Herald" in elvish)
Thrall: Wait a minute, why elvish? You're not alone, y'know! (sings "Deck the Halls" in orcish)
Kel'Thuzad: Wish we had a language of our own...
Arthas: Don't you know demon?
Kel'Thuzad: Right! (sings "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" in demon)
(Furion stands in the middle of the room, sweatdropping, surrounded by the fierce din.)
Tyrande: Furion, darling, be so nice and set the table!
Furion: Right, but we still don't have the tree...
(About fifteen minutes later Grom came back with a huge, green and living tree.)
Jaina: Where did you get a living one?
Grom: Oh, Cenarius is selling some two flats away.
Arthas: You bought a tree from Cenarius?*
Grom: Ocassionally.
Thrall: (prevents himself from swearing) Whatever, let's just decorate it...
Kael: Wha, no singing...?
Everyone: NO!!
Jaina: Then we better hurry up, it's getting dark...
Kel'Thuzad: I brought all the gifts.
Vashj: (looks a the huge pile of packages) Will this fit under the tree?
Kel'Thuzad: Beats me.
Arthas: (looking around) Where's Anub'arak?
Shandris: (decorating) Something has to hold the tree.
Anub'arak: I don't like the way this Christmas is starting...
Furion: Hey, aren't these goblins running away from us?
Illidan: Don't be silly, brother, why should goblins run from us?
Vashj: Um, I dunno, but I got a bad feeling something's ticking around here...
(Silence. Shandris and Tyrande check the decoratins and find a small, black, square one.)
Arthas: Oh, my God...
Thrall: What are we going to do now...?
Maiev: Pray.
Grom: Maybe this thing won't explode...?
(It did.)
THE END
* Special thanks for my sister, Shirogane Tenshi, for this one. ^^
TYPE: Humour
RATING: G
WARNINGS: none
DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine. Don't sue or flame me.
Tyrande: Alright, time to prepare the meals!
Jaina: (looks around) Yeah, but we're still missing the turkey...
Tyrande: Oh, don't worry, I sent Illidan to get us one. (starts to prepare things)
Jaina: (blinks) Why Illidan?
Tyrande: He's a hunter.
Jaina: But a demon, not a turkey hunter!
Tyrande: Oh, he'll do it, don't underestimate him!
(Illidan rushes past them, chasing a turkey that runs with an incredible speed.)
Illidan: (pants) WHAT IS... THIS ... A LIGHT SPEED... BIRD...?!
(Tyrande and Jaina laugh silently and get back to work with the food. Thrall comes in.)
Thrall: Right, I sent Grom to get us a beautiful tree.
Jaina: Grom, you say?
Thrall: Yeah, he's got great experience with chopping down trees.
Tyrande: (swaetdrops) Right, whatever...
(Meanwhile...)
Kael: Vashj, you really think these lights look fine here?
Vashj: Yes, why?
Kael: Well, you know, as for me... Look, if we put this here, the wall will look like a goblin lab surrounded by wisps.
Vashj: But it still looks good.
(Kael fell over. Arthas comes in, carrying a huge box. Variously coloured chains stick out of it.)
Arthas: (places the box on a couch) Here are the decorations... Hey, what a wall!
Vashj: (snakes hissing) Any problems?
Arthas: Not really... It just gleams more than Dalaran on fire.
(Kael burts out laughing.)
Vashj: (sweatdrops) Alright, mister laughing-at-you-I-always-will-be, get the stuff and decorate the next wall!
Kael: (standing up) What, another one?
Vashj: Yes, we've got three to go!
Kael: Well, in that case, we won't need a Christmas tree...
Arthas: By the way, were is the tree?
(Vashj and Kael look at each other.)
Kael: Wasn't Grom supposed to get it?
Vashj: I guess so...
(A turkey runs past them, chased by a sweating and furious Illidan.)
Arthas: Right, I'll go check on my gifts...
Jaina: (from the kitchen) Hurry up with the turkey, Illidan!
Illidan: (panting) EASY FOR... YOU TO... SAY...!!! THIS BIRD IS... RUNNING AT A... LIGHT SPEED...!!!
(Then suddenly the turkey gets hit by a Frost Nova and dies instantly. Illidan falls, exhausted.)
Kel'Thuzad: Those demon hunters don't have spells too good for such a job...
Tyrande: Well, finally we got the turkey... but we didn't ask for frozen meat.
Kel'Thuzad: (funny voice) Sorry!
(Grom comes in.)
Thrall: Grom, where's the tree?
Grom: What tree?
Thrall: (angry voice) You don't have it?
Grom: Furion didn't let me.
Thrall: (sweatdrops) Now what?
Grom: I'll just go get a synthetic one...
Tyrande: Illy, could you pass me that knife? (points)
Illidan: What knife?
Tyrande: That biggest one?
Illidan: I don't see any.
(Jaina fell over.)
Furion: (comes in) Hey, why so quiet? Let's sing!
Kael: Good idea! (sings "Hark! the Herald" in elvish)
Thrall: Wait a minute, why elvish? You're not alone, y'know! (sings "Deck the Halls" in orcish)
Kel'Thuzad: Wish we had a language of our own...
Arthas: Don't you know demon?
Kel'Thuzad: Right! (sings "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" in demon)
(Furion stands in the middle of the room, sweatdropping, surrounded by the fierce din.)
Tyrande: Furion, darling, be so nice and set the table!
Furion: Right, but we still don't have the tree...
(About fifteen minutes later Grom came back with a huge, green and living tree.)
Jaina: Where did you get a living one?
Grom: Oh, Cenarius is selling some two flats away.
Arthas: You bought a tree from Cenarius?*
Grom: Ocassionally.
Thrall: (prevents himself from swearing) Whatever, let's just decorate it...
Kael: Wha, no singing...?
Everyone: NO!!
Jaina: Then we better hurry up, it's getting dark...
Kel'Thuzad: I brought all the gifts.
Vashj: (looks a the huge pile of packages) Will this fit under the tree?
Kel'Thuzad: Beats me.
Arthas: (looking around) Where's Anub'arak?
Shandris: (decorating) Something has to hold the tree.
Anub'arak: I don't like the way this Christmas is starting...
Furion: Hey, aren't these goblins running away from us?
Illidan: Don't be silly, brother, why should goblins run from us?
Vashj: Um, I dunno, but I got a bad feeling something's ticking around here...
(Silence. Shandris and Tyrande check the decoratins and find a small, black, square one.)
Arthas: Oh, my God...
Thrall: What are we going to do now...?
Maiev: Pray.
Grom: Maybe this thing won't explode...?
(It did.)
* Special thanks for my sister, Shirogane Tenshi, for this one. ^^