Disclaimer: (little story) Disclaimers are like... my weight. No matter how hard I work it off, it always comes back. Damn you low metabolism! Do not disown nothing. :o)
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"Ed!" Everyone shouts. "Make Lisa stop, you idiot!"
Quietly Frodo points out that Ed's arms are currently not in his sockets. A discussion takes place and it is decided that the midgets shall be sacrificed. Santa rips Frodo's arms off and tries placing them on Ed. They flop to the ground. All stare.
"You buffoons! That didn't help! Now I don't have arms!"
"Come now Frodo, it is quite the look for you!" Legolas says, inching uncomfortably close to the midget. -stare-
"I have an idea!" says all powerful Scout Cloud Lee, the runner-up from the fifth season of survivor.
"We take a chipmunk, boil it, and eat it!"
-stare-
"No," says Eowyn. "We need to bring in powerful help. Who does Lisa think is hot?"
-pondering-
"Ed."
"Aragorn."
"Carth, a guy from a StarWars video game. I think she likes rugged."
"Sawyer from Lost."
"Her crush who shall be called Fred for our purposes."
" Michael Jackson!"
-stare-
"Sasuke from Naruto."
"Roy, don't forget Roy!"
"Kiba from Wolf's Rain."
"My," says Frodo. "Only one REAL person. Such a shame."
"Michael's real!"
-stare-
"Okay," shouts Winry. "Bring forth the ultra-hot rugged animated, real, and fictional men! And... Michael Jackson."
-stare-
"What? He's a good singer!" she says shrugging.
Soon the author is surrounded by said men.
"Hello! Where are my arms!" screams Ed.
-BACK IN MIDDLE EARTH-
Clutching the last bottle of egg nog firmly, Al quickly rips away the many plastic seals to reveal that... it has spoiled.
"NO! I will Have MY REVENGE!"
-blows up spoiled egg nog-
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O dear. I feel I'm losing what little touch that I had. Please, encouragement is needed. -rolls into ball-
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