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sheesh I have no idea where this one came from, but here it is: :D
Aragorn:
Ball, ball in the hall,
Who's the dirtiest of them all?
Ball:
Remember those two halflings that went to Mordor? Well, your glorious filth is now no match for theirs!
Aragorn:
Damn you, ball! You lie! I'll have to torture you with fire until you tell me what I want to hear!
Ball shrieks and writhes in flames.
Aragorn:
Hahahaha! A little too hot for comfort, is it?
Ball:
All right, all right! You're the dirtiest mortal that ever walked the land of Arda, happy now! *mutters* At least until coronation...
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And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.
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