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**The Saucepan Man** · 05-06-2003, 12:42 PM

Throughout most of the recent upheaval, the Saucepan Man had been sitting at the back of the auditorium, enthusiastically clapping and cheering, assuming that it was all part of the show. Even when Mithadan collapsed and was unceremoniously dragged off the stage, he assumed that it had all been planned. But then he saw a young Hobbit lad struggling on the back of an enormous and evil-looking wolf that was trying to reach round and snap at him with its ferocious fangs.

Deciding that this was probably not how things were meant to be going, Saucepan sprang up and once again armed himself with a hefty iron frying-pan in one hand and a solid steel saucepan in the other. After all, he had some unresolved business of his own with these Wargs, and this definately did not look a fair fight.

"PAN-ZAI!" he yelled at the top of his voice as he rushed down the passage to the front of the auditorium brandishing his pans, managing to trip up only twice on the way.

By the time he reached the altercation between the young Hobbit and the Warg, several Elves had joined the fray.

[ May 06, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ]

05-06-2003, 12:42 PM	#40
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,390	Throughout most of the recent upheaval, the Saucepan Man had been sitting at the back of the auditorium, enthusiastically clapping and cheering, assuming that it was all part of the show. Even when Mithadan collapsed and was unceremoniously dragged off the stage, he assumed that it had all been planned. But then he saw a young Hobbit lad struggling on the back of an enormous and evil-looking wolf that was trying to reach round and snap at him with its ferocious fangs. Deciding that this was probably not how things were meant to be going, Saucepan sprang up and once again armed himself with a hefty iron frying-pan in one hand and a solid steel saucepan in the other. After all, he had some unresolved business of his own with these Wargs, and this definately did not look a fair fight. "PAN-ZAI!" he yelled at the top of his voice as he rushed down the passage to the front of the auditorium brandishing his pans, managing to trip up only twice on the way. By the time he reached the altercation between the young Hobbit and the Warg, several Elves had joined the fray. [ May 06, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ] __________________ Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!