I must have another go. My cousin asked me to post this...
*In Moria, the Fellowship is sitting on the ground. Gandalf is smoking his pipe, Legolas is painting his nails, Gimli is sharpening his axe, Aragorn, Merry, & Pippin are playing poker, Frodo & Sam are swapping girlie secrets, and Boromir is picking his nose then looking at it(sorry that's gross). Suddenly, legions of orcs come out and surround the Fellowship.*
P.J: Cut! Why aren't you guys doing anything?
Orlando: 'Cause we read in the script that we survive.
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"YOU!"
"Indeed."
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