Chapter 2 - Born to be Smelly
The hours of walking had finally brought them to their destination. It now rose menacingly before them.
'Hey, I gotta watch the live broadcast of "The Modorian Idol"! Bye!" the Nazgul Lord bade them farewell and walked away.
Then, an unbearable stench enclosed them, choking them to near-death condition.
'What in Mordor is this stinky gas? Did you farted?' John asked, struggling to breath fresh air above.
'NOOOOO! I swear I didn't --'
'How dare you insult the Mouth of Sauron!!' a voice roared from in front.
The Mouth of Sauron rode on a poor near-fainting and foaming horse out of the mist.
'You shall pay for this, you two little waddy!' he said in a nasty tone.
'Errr... excuse me, what's a "waddy"?' John asked.
The servant of Sauron ignored him and removed his glove, revealing a pair of hands with sharp metal nails. He turned to them and gave an evil grin.
(readers: Oh no! He going to kill them!! )
'Please dun kill us... we're still young!!' Tom pleaded and was near to tears.
'PREPARE FOR YOUR DOOM!!' He took out a mini-blackboard and began scratching it with his sharp nails. The noise it made was enough to make Conan the Barbarian Conan the Librarian.
'STOOPP IT!! IT'S KILLING US!! STOP!!' John screamed and covered his ears.
The scratching stopped and suddenly, the Mouth of Sauron began sobbing. 'Why must all of you hate me for my stench?!' he said. 'BLAME IT ALL ON SAURON THAT BASTARD!!'
'Sauron?' John asked.
'Yesss! BLAME IT ALL ON THAT ASS-HOLE BASTARD #$%^&*@!! That idiot has not brushed his teeth for centuries!!'
(remember, he is the 'Mouth of Sauron')
His gazed centered on Tom, then on John. 'I NEED YOU TWO'S HELP. I WANT THAT BORN FOR NOTHING RUBBER DUCKY TO BRUSH HIS TEETH.'
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To be continued
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The hours of walking had finally brought them to their destination. It now rose menacingly before them.
'Hey, I gotta watch the live broadcast of "The Modorian Idol"! Bye!" the Nazgul Lord bade them farewell and walked away.
Then, an unbearable stench enclosed them, choking them to near-death condition.
'What in Mordor is this stinky gas? Did you farted?' John asked, struggling to breath fresh air above.
'NOOOOO! I swear I didn't --'
'How dare you insult the Mouth of Sauron!!' a voice roared from in front.
The Mouth of Sauron rode on a poor near-fainting and foaming horse out of the mist.
'You shall pay for this, you two little waddy!' he said in a nasty tone.
'Errr... excuse me, what's a "waddy"?' John asked.
The servant of Sauron ignored him and removed his glove, revealing a pair of hands with sharp metal nails. He turned to them and gave an evil grin.
(readers: Oh no! He going to kill them!! )
'Please dun kill us... we're still young!!' Tom pleaded and was near to tears.
'PREPARE FOR YOUR DOOM!!' He took out a mini-blackboard and began scratching it with his sharp nails. The noise it made was enough to make Conan the Barbarian Conan the Librarian.
'STOOPP IT!! IT'S KILLING US!! STOP!!' John screamed and covered his ears.
The scratching stopped and suddenly, the Mouth of Sauron began sobbing. 'Why must all of you hate me for my stench?!' he said. 'BLAME IT ALL ON SAURON THAT BASTARD!!'
'Sauron?' John asked.
'Yesss! BLAME IT ALL ON THAT ASS-HOLE BASTARD #$%^&*@!! That idiot has not brushed his teeth for centuries!!'
(remember, he is the 'Mouth of Sauron')
His gazed centered on Tom, then on John. 'I NEED YOU TWO'S HELP. I WANT THAT BORN FOR NOTHING RUBBER DUCKY TO BRUSH HIS TEETH.'
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To be continued
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