Chapter Mankey Rage: Rage Donk City
Silver put a toe over the edge of the chariot and allowed the sensation of wind to detail his muscular digits. "Oh, my metatarsals!" laughed the studly overlord.
Gandalf smiled at Silver's apparent joy. But he was still sad in his heart about the ring events. Gandalf hated rings ever since he was a child. This is because the Lord of the Rings once visited his neighbourhood and took his money like a total bully. Gandalf swore revenge on all rings ever since that fateful August morning. He shook his head and his nose flopped around because it grew large. This is because when you age, your nose and ears never stop growing and this is from a very knowledgeable science textbook, you uncultured pleb.
"Why must you do activities to claim rings, Silver?" asked Gandalf with some tears on the inside of his heart like a weeping circulatory muscle.
"Dunno," said Silver as he relinquished his toes from the chariot side. "I just have a dire need to collect such objects due to my passion for love."
"Love is a dangerous undertaking, my boy," said the grand man.
"Yep, but love is what makes the whole world sing!" replied Silver and he returned his hot feet to his rad boots. Silver was the best dressed thing on Kongo Bongo Island.
"Tell me, Silver. Do you believe in the rump judgment?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Uh-oh, I have the wrong fanfic."
"Ya darn-tootin', old man!"
"Golly!"
"You silly person!"
"HAHA!"
"HAHA!"
"Where's the moon?"
"There."
"Ooh, cool!"
And so, Silver stared at the moon for the rest of the chariot ride. He could not remove his eyes from such celestial splendour. Silver wished he was the moon and that the moon was him. He wanted to take the moon and set it in a magic box and wrap it up with wrapping paper for Christmas. He wanted to send the package to his chicky-babe Blazy-Blaze and then wed her with his tuxedo and her gown. They would say "I totally do" and then receive wisdom from their celebratory cake feast.
Gandalf looked at how Silver eyed the moon. He wished for a serious heart of gold like Silver, but Gandalf had a very grey heart. It resonated deeply within the rainbow connection.
Silver only wished for his fuselage to be fixed. He whimpered and did hedgehog things with his nostrils. "Gandalf, do you ever wish you were as significant as such a lunar delight?"
"I did when I was a wee lad," said Gandalf. "But then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked." Gandalf cringed at the stinky thought of Prince Zuko perusing his comic book collection. He hung his head in sad remembrance.
Silver placed a hand on Gandalf's shoulder and told him not to worry about nothing.
Gandalf smiled and embraced Silver with the most magical fist-bump ever.
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