Once upon a time there was a..................Disclaimer!
Lindsey turns to owner of Doc Ock , with freakisly large puppy eyes.
Lindsey: Can I have him?
Comic Book Dudes: NO!!!
Lindsey turns to Static Shock Dudes
Lindsey: Can I have Shiv?
Static Shock Dudes: Heck NO!!!
Lindsey: Darn...
Once upon a time there was a man named Riche up in Finnmark,
who had caught a large Octopus, which he was going to take
to Lindsey, the Queen of Denmark....
It so happened that he came to the Dourefiell on Christmas Eve.
He went to a cottage where a man lived whose name was Shiv
and he asked the man for lodging for himself and the Octopus.
Mr.Shiv tells them, "We can't give anyone lodging just now, for every
Christmas Eve the house is so full of trolls that we are forced to move
out, and we'll have no shelter over our own heads , to say nothing of
providing for anyone else. Even though I could probably smear them on
the floor with one hand tied behind my back." pun intended.
"Oh?" said Riche, "If that's all, you can very well let me use your house.
my Octopus can sleep under the stove here, and I can sleep in the store room."
Well, he begged so hard, that at last he got permission to stay there. The
people of the house moved out, but before they went, everything was
made ready for the trolls.
The table was set with cream porridge and
fish and everything else that was good, just as for any other grand feast.
When everything was ready, in came the trolls. Some were large, and
some were small. Some had long tails and some had no tails at all.
(Author waves fingers in pain)
And some had long, long noses. They ate and drank and tasted everything.
Then one of the troll youngsters coughJamiecough
saw the Octopus lying under the stove. So she took a piece of
sausage, stuck it onto a fork, and pocked it against the Octopus's nose
;burning it. Then she shrieked, "Fishy, do you want some sausage?!"
The Octopus rose up and snarled. "Aaa-my nose!!!"
Then lashed out with his metal tentacles, chasing them all out big and
small.
Since that time the trolls have never eaten their Yule porridge
with Mr.Shiv on the Doverfjell.
The End
Lindsey: Whooho-Glad that's over!
Otto sulks in corner rubbing his nose
Otto: Little brat.....
Lindsey: Maybe, but I'm your little brat!
The demented fangirl hugs Ock.
Random Appearing Audience: Awww....