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I'm not really sure whether I should let Faramir stop vomiting, or whether to make him keep going. What should I do???? Ideas would be nice!!! All I know for certain is that when Faramir does stop vomiting, everyone is going to throw a party in his honour.
Everyone gasped and stared at the figure.
It was Elrond. (AAAAHHHHH, NOOOO, RUUUNNNNN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!)
Everyone looked like they were frozen with looks of surprise and disbelief on their faces. Even Boromir managed to keep his hiccups in. Aragorn wasn't as smart.
'Hey, Elrond!! Long time no see! Come to join us here, have you? That's great. Hey, listen, could you do me a favour? Have you any idea where they keep the beer in this place? 'Cos I really need it now, man, you know? I REALLY need it, man!!' Aragorn stepped up and shook Elrond by the shoulders. Elrond shook him off like a fly. Aragorn, realising that Elrond wasn't going to help him find his beer, sat back down on a desk, grumbling about elves who didn't understand the meaning of 'drink.
Elrond looked around at the stunned faces of everyone, a stern expression on his face and his eyebrow twitching furiously, which always happened when he was under pressure. Faramir was the first to respond, retching another instalment of vomit into his portable bucket.
'Just looking at his eyebrows makes me throw up,' he muttered to the only thing that could be bothered to listen to him, his bucket.
'Yo man, I totally agree, dude!!' replied the bucket in an enthusiastic American accent.
Everyone switched their attention from Elrond to the now-talking bucket.
'You can talk?' Faramir said incredulously.
'Oh sure, man! I've been talking since day one! What, did you think that all I did was carry around your lovely pile of vomit? Oh, no! You've got it all wrong, man! Totally wrong, dude,' the bucket said confidently.
I'm not really sure whether I should let Faramir stop vomiting, or whether to make him keep going. What should I do???? Ideas would be nice!!! All I know for certain is that when Faramir does stop vomiting, everyone is going to throw a party in his honour.
Everyone gasped and stared at the figure.
It was Elrond. (AAAAHHHHH, NOOOO, RUUUNNNNN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!)
Everyone looked like they were frozen with looks of surprise and disbelief on their faces. Even Boromir managed to keep his hiccups in. Aragorn wasn't as smart.
'Hey, Elrond!! Long time no see! Come to join us here, have you? That's great. Hey, listen, could you do me a favour? Have you any idea where they keep the beer in this place? 'Cos I really need it now, man, you know? I REALLY need it, man!!' Aragorn stepped up and shook Elrond by the shoulders. Elrond shook him off like a fly. Aragorn, realising that Elrond wasn't going to help him find his beer, sat back down on a desk, grumbling about elves who didn't understand the meaning of 'drink.
Elrond looked around at the stunned faces of everyone, a stern expression on his face and his eyebrow twitching furiously, which always happened when he was under pressure. Faramir was the first to respond, retching another instalment of vomit into his portable bucket.
'Just looking at his eyebrows makes me throw up,' he muttered to the only thing that could be bothered to listen to him, his bucket.
'Yo man, I totally agree, dude!!' replied the bucket in an enthusiastic American accent.
Everyone switched their attention from Elrond to the now-talking bucket.
'You can talk?' Faramir said incredulously.
'Oh sure, man! I've been talking since day one! What, did you think that all I did was carry around your lovely pile of vomit? Oh, no! You've got it all wrong, man! Totally wrong, dude,' the bucket said confidently.