"Run, you fool!" Aragorn cried to Boromir, eerily reminiscent to the late
Gandolf, who would later return in a new, bleached form. But you didn't
hear that from us.
Boromir stood frozen to the stop, then grinned. He had just noticed something. "Hey, you're flat, too!" He reached out to the 2-dimensional creatures.
"Don't you even think about it!" Yami warned, gritting his teeth. Boromir either ignored him, or didn't hear him. Perhaps he just didn't care. Anyways, he continued reaching for the "flat" creatures, grin still on his face.
"No! Celtic Guardian! Attack!"
The Celtic Guardian raised his sword and swung it at Boromir.
"Ow!" He shouted, snapped out of his daze, and rubbed his neck. "What the (censored) was that for?"
The Celtic Guardian's eyes grew like inflatable... eyes. "You mean, you're not dead?"
"Dead??" Boromir whined. "You gave me a paper-cut!"
"But... your head is still attached to your shoulders?" Yami asked. Tristan, Joey, Seto, and Mokuba sniggered in the background.
"Of course! You didn't expect that pathetic sword to kill me, did you? Hey, hey ow!"
Yami ignored the shouts and his Celtic Guardian (who was repeatedly swinging his sword at Boromir's neck) and pulled out his most trusted card-
"Boromir? Aragorn? Legolas? Same, Merry, and Pippin?" The fourth hobbit came running up. "What's going on?"
Sam looked up. "Oh, it's... him!"
"Yeah, him!" Merry and Pippin agreed.
"Who?" Tea asked.
"Uh... don't you know?"
"...No..." Tea frowned. "Do you?"
"Of course!"
"And his name is...?" Tea prompted, staring at Boromir.
"Uh... his name... Ow! Paper cut!"
"Paper cut?" Frodo looked around fearfully. "Where?"
"HERE!!" Boromir made exaggerated motions towards his neck.
Frodo's eyes bulged. "Where'd you get those?"
"The sword." Boromir motioned to the Celtic Guardian. "Ow!"
"You... you won't let him get me, will you?" Frodo hid fearfully behind Legolas. "I'm too rich to die!"
"Rich?" Legolas echoed.
"Er... young! Yeah, young!" Frodo said quickly.
Everyone stared at Frodo, who stuttered and blushed.
Just then, the Uruk-Hai that Boromir had forgotten about burst into the clearing. They marched in, then they all froze. The large, red faced leader looked around at the strange scene, then exclaimed, "Hey! Look at that! They're flat!" With that said, he reached over to Yami and began to fold his hair.
"AAAARGH! You (censored)! I AM NOT FLAT! I'M. I'M JUST UNDER DETAILED! NOW LEMME GO!" Yami screamed, pulling his hair from the Uruk-Hai's grasp.
Meanwhile, the Celtic Guardian continued to slash at Boromir's throat. After a long while of trying, he (by some odd luck) slashed through a nerve.
"OOOW!" Boromir cried, grasping at his neck.
"Dude, you just got your butt kicked by a flat dude!" said some random Uruk- Hai junky, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"Yeah, I mean, come on! They're flat!" another called.
"The lead Uruk-Hai looked around. He twitched his nose in a way to let everyone know he was thinking. Finally, he said, "Well we were supposed to hunt you all down, take the halflings, and kill anyone else who was with them. But, seeing as how your companion was just defeated by a flat person, I've decided that you guys are all wimps anyways, and will kill yourselves eventually on your own. So, I've decided to let you all go." He nodded to Aragorn, then turned to leave.
"Yay!" chorused the hobbits, doing a little jig.
Then the Uruk-Hai turned around. "But we'll need to take a couple halflings." He reached down and grabbed Merry and Pippin. The hobbits didn't struggle, merely looked slightly depressed.
"Yay!" chorused Frodo and Sam, doing a little jig. They waved goodbye energetically to their companions.
"Hey, Boromir, aren't you supposed to guard those two?" Legolas asked Boromir, flipping his hair so it caught the sun.
"Uh... maybe?" Boromir replied, blushing. "I-I was distraught! And I got a boo-boo! And... and, did you see the size of that guy?"
As Boromir fumbled for excuses, the Celtic Guardian crept up to one of the Uruk-Hai and relieved him of several weapons, namely a bow and several quivers. The Uruk-Hai was too busy tying Merry and Pippin up to notice. The Celtic Guardian took aim... and fired!
*fwit!*
"Urk!" Boromir grunted, an arrow protruding from his chest. He pulled it out (much to the Celtic Guardian's dismay) and called out, "Hey, I'm okay! Shallow wound!" to the rest of his friends.
*fwit!*
Another arrow, another "urk", and another cry of "Hey! I'm okay!"
*fwit!*
"Hey! That wasn't nice!" Frodo said, pouting. Boromir shrugged and pulled another arrow from his chest, an action that infuriated the Celtic Guardian.
*fwit!fwit!fwit!fwit!fwit!fwit!*
"Okay, that almost hurt." Boromir muttered, removing the arrows from his chest.
Annoyed, the Celtic Guardian threw the bow at Boromir.
*WHACK*
Boromir collapsed.
"Oh my Elbereth! They killed Boromir!" Legolas yellowed, hands flying to his mouth.
"You... jerks!" Aragorn cried, and everybody stared at him. "What?" he asked defensively.
"'Jerks'? You couldn't think of anything worse?" Gimli asked blandly.
"Well, I was going to say (censored) by everything we try to curse, it (censored) censors us!" Aragorn replied angrily.
"Oh..." Legolas, Gimli, and the hobbits said.
There was a brief moment of silence, then... "Anyways, you killed Boromir!"
"You jerks!" Aragorn cried again.
Boromir stood frozen to the stop, then grinned. He had just noticed something. "Hey, you're flat, too!" He reached out to the 2-dimensional creatures.
"Don't you even think about it!" Yami warned, gritting his teeth. Boromir either ignored him, or didn't hear him. Perhaps he just didn't care. Anyways, he continued reaching for the "flat" creatures, grin still on his face.
"No! Celtic Guardian! Attack!"
The Celtic Guardian raised his sword and swung it at Boromir.
"Ow!" He shouted, snapped out of his daze, and rubbed his neck. "What the (censored) was that for?"
The Celtic Guardian's eyes grew like inflatable... eyes. "You mean, you're not dead?"
"Dead??" Boromir whined. "You gave me a paper-cut!"
"But... your head is still attached to your shoulders?" Yami asked. Tristan, Joey, Seto, and Mokuba sniggered in the background.
"Of course! You didn't expect that pathetic sword to kill me, did you? Hey, hey ow!"
Yami ignored the shouts and his Celtic Guardian (who was repeatedly swinging his sword at Boromir's neck) and pulled out his most trusted card-
"Boromir? Aragorn? Legolas? Same, Merry, and Pippin?" The fourth hobbit came running up. "What's going on?"
Sam looked up. "Oh, it's... him!"
"Yeah, him!" Merry and Pippin agreed.
"Who?" Tea asked.
"Uh... don't you know?"
"...No..." Tea frowned. "Do you?"
"Of course!"
"And his name is...?" Tea prompted, staring at Boromir.
"Uh... his name... Ow! Paper cut!"
"Paper cut?" Frodo looked around fearfully. "Where?"
"HERE!!" Boromir made exaggerated motions towards his neck.
Frodo's eyes bulged. "Where'd you get those?"
"The sword." Boromir motioned to the Celtic Guardian. "Ow!"
"You... you won't let him get me, will you?" Frodo hid fearfully behind Legolas. "I'm too rich to die!"
"Rich?" Legolas echoed.
"Er... young! Yeah, young!" Frodo said quickly.
Everyone stared at Frodo, who stuttered and blushed.
Just then, the Uruk-Hai that Boromir had forgotten about burst into the clearing. They marched in, then they all froze. The large, red faced leader looked around at the strange scene, then exclaimed, "Hey! Look at that! They're flat!" With that said, he reached over to Yami and began to fold his hair.
"AAAARGH! You (censored)! I AM NOT FLAT! I'M. I'M JUST UNDER DETAILED! NOW LEMME GO!" Yami screamed, pulling his hair from the Uruk-Hai's grasp.
Meanwhile, the Celtic Guardian continued to slash at Boromir's throat. After a long while of trying, he (by some odd luck) slashed through a nerve.
"OOOW!" Boromir cried, grasping at his neck.
"Dude, you just got your butt kicked by a flat dude!" said some random Uruk- Hai junky, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"Yeah, I mean, come on! They're flat!" another called.
"The lead Uruk-Hai looked around. He twitched his nose in a way to let everyone know he was thinking. Finally, he said, "Well we were supposed to hunt you all down, take the halflings, and kill anyone else who was with them. But, seeing as how your companion was just defeated by a flat person, I've decided that you guys are all wimps anyways, and will kill yourselves eventually on your own. So, I've decided to let you all go." He nodded to Aragorn, then turned to leave.
"Yay!" chorused the hobbits, doing a little jig.
Then the Uruk-Hai turned around. "But we'll need to take a couple halflings." He reached down and grabbed Merry and Pippin. The hobbits didn't struggle, merely looked slightly depressed.
"Yay!" chorused Frodo and Sam, doing a little jig. They waved goodbye energetically to their companions.
"Hey, Boromir, aren't you supposed to guard those two?" Legolas asked Boromir, flipping his hair so it caught the sun.
"Uh... maybe?" Boromir replied, blushing. "I-I was distraught! And I got a boo-boo! And... and, did you see the size of that guy?"
As Boromir fumbled for excuses, the Celtic Guardian crept up to one of the Uruk-Hai and relieved him of several weapons, namely a bow and several quivers. The Uruk-Hai was too busy tying Merry and Pippin up to notice. The Celtic Guardian took aim... and fired!
*fwit!*
"Urk!" Boromir grunted, an arrow protruding from his chest. He pulled it out (much to the Celtic Guardian's dismay) and called out, "Hey, I'm okay! Shallow wound!" to the rest of his friends.
*fwit!*
Another arrow, another "urk", and another cry of "Hey! I'm okay!"
*fwit!*
"Hey! That wasn't nice!" Frodo said, pouting. Boromir shrugged and pulled another arrow from his chest, an action that infuriated the Celtic Guardian.
*fwit!fwit!fwit!fwit!fwit!fwit!*
"Okay, that almost hurt." Boromir muttered, removing the arrows from his chest.
Annoyed, the Celtic Guardian threw the bow at Boromir.
*WHACK*
Boromir collapsed.
"Oh my Elbereth! They killed Boromir!" Legolas yellowed, hands flying to his mouth.
"You... jerks!" Aragorn cried, and everybody stared at him. "What?" he asked defensively.
"'Jerks'? You couldn't think of anything worse?" Gimli asked blandly.
"Well, I was going to say (censored) by everything we try to curse, it (censored) censors us!" Aragorn replied angrily.
"Oh..." Legolas, Gimli, and the hobbits said.
There was a brief moment of silence, then... "Anyways, you killed Boromir!"
"You jerks!" Aragorn cried again.