"SO!" Said Rachel, in her room doing various acrobatics.
"It...started...with...FIRE!"
"Because laketown was burning." Nodded Lynn.
"Smaug was attacking! Hoo! Wah! Foooo...Personally-I-think-that-he-could-have-tooken-it-out-right-away...but since that wasn't in the book..." She whispered conspiratorily to Lynn, who was sitting below her canopy bed, "It wouldn't worked out that well."
"So then the archer dude-"
"Bard."
"Archer dude. Was all like, I'm gonna hit you! But he couldn't, and then the Kili dude randomly said, "OMG HE HIT THE MARK WHY THE BLEEP ISN'T HE DYING?! But then the Tauriel dude said, No dude, nothing can pierce that dude's skin."
"Stop calling them dudes, Please."
"Zip it, dude! Now where was I? Oh right, I was here! No, wait, maybe I was here. I don't know. Lynn, dude, do shackalack WHERE I FRICKIN WAS?"
"You where hanging of of the cannopy bed upsidedown by your knees, Rachel."
"Thanks, dude! So, then, the boy dude brought the black arrow which is like level 100 or something in games and the bard dude made a BOW OUT OF HIS SON WHICH IS FRICKIN AMAZO!"
"And the Smaug Dude is all like, 'Dude...your gonna die...I'm invinci-BLAUGH! And then he DIES!"
"And then it cuts back to all the other guys-"
"Huh? Which other guys? There are a lot of other guys, Rache."
"THE DWARVES, DUDE! So, everyone is staring into space, except for Thorin, and all you can see is the back of his head, and I'm all like, "Hi, back of Thorin's head! Nice back of your head, Thorin! Shackalacka whoop-dee-doo! But Bilbo is all
"Oh, man, dude, there's something seriously wrong, dude..."