"So, Rachel," Said Lynn, when Rachel came galloping bacck from sitting still in the Dining Room, Kitchen, Couch, Closet, Bathroom, Other Closet, and Bedroom, "What was Thorin blockading Erebor from?"

"From the GUYS!" Shouted Rachel. "The guys and the elves are comin' to get their gold that Thorin promised them!"

"Wait, when did he do that?" Asked Lynn.

"You know? When the Thorin dude shackalackad all the other dudes so that 'e could git some here supplies for that ding dang draagon! Yeehaw!" Yelled Rachel, twirling her arm over her head like a lasso.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Only Al wants to take more of the share, that greedy old bum-" (In the closet, Al the cat made an insulted sound and turned his back on them)

But then Bard says, "No Frickin way, Al, you scurvy dog!"

(You can guess how the cat felt about that)

A/N: Happy New Years, everyone!