Frodo ran out of Abercrombie and Fitch crying.
"Why won't they hire me! I was professional! IM WEARING A DAMN SUIT!" he thought, while running to the boy's bathroom. He sat on the floor, sniffling, when he saw Aragorn, carving something into the floor with his sword. After Aragorn left, Frodo scuttled over to it, curious of what it said.
The message that was engraved into the tile inspired Frodo to stand up for himself.
"A&F crushed my dreams...I must take my fiery vengance!"
Sam was in Old Navy, looking for some new sun glasses(it was their president's day sale after all) when he thought he smelt smoke.
At first he ignored it, and kept browsing. But something inside him was screaming. Relying on his gut instinct, he shoved the sun glasses into his pocket, and ran out of the store.
He was quite a sight, running around the mall, sniffing like mad. But he had to find the source of the fire. Then he remembered something: Frodo was prone to run into the bathrooms crying. ARAGORN was in there. Sam knew the kind of thing Aragorn carves into random objects when he's bored! OH NO! FRODO WAS IN TROUBLE! He ran up the escalator, across the food court, shoved through a pack of teenagers, and cut through the Sam Goody to get to where he knew the fire was: Abercrombie and Fitch.
Well, it wasn't exactly a fire...it was a torch...seven actually. Frodo had built a booth. Around the booth was the seven torches. Written across the booth in blood-red letters was "FITCH IS A BITCH!"
Frodo was chanting "FITCH IS A BITCH!" over and over again. He was snarling at those brave fewpassed his little display to go in the store. He was drawing quite a crowd, mainly of anti-preps who were cheering him on.
Sam thought he was gonna throw up.
Frodo was now standing on top his poorly-constructed booth and yelling "Who's a bitch?" to which the crowd would yell back "Fitch!"
Then Frodo stepped down and spoke. "Now, my brothers and sisters! I have here seven lit torches! But I have several un-lit ones! Together we must get rid of this blemish on the face of the mall!"
The shoppers were mortified.
The crowd fled.
Frodo's smile faded.
Sam walked up to him. "I think you went a little overboard."
"You're just jealous that I can raise an angry mob in about five minutes and you can't."
"Let's go home..."
"WAIT!" said Frodo.
He ran into the store and grabbed a pair of overly ripped jeans. "I want these."
