. . . since I didn't want to do the Stair, and a sneaky Cobbler took over half of my scene (
) . . .
~*~
The Witch-king surveys Osgiliath from atop some random building.
Witch-king: Okay, so we'll build my castle here, and then place a giant fountain in front of it . . .
Gothmog: Uh, sir?
Witch-king: What? What is it?
Gothmog: We need to take that city first. *
points at Minas Tirith*
Witch-king: Hmmm, just send everything with hands to attack it.
Gothmog: Even the clocks and wristwatches, sir?
Witch-king (
back to surveying his future kingdom): Uh, yeah, sure, whatever. Now, we put the amusement park in that vacant lot over there . . .
Gothmog: What of the Wizard?
Witch-king: We don't need wizards. Just get clowns, or better yet, jesters. With bells on their strange hats and all.
Gothmog: No, I mean the White Wizard.
Witch-king: Who?
Gothmog: The creepy guy wearing out-of-fashion white clothes, the one who threw a hobbit at you?
Witch-king: Ah, him. I have something very special planned for him. First, I'll drag out his entrails, then when I've ripped off his skin, I'll drain off all the blood.
Gothmog: Very good, sir.
Witch-king: I'll treat his body so it doesn't decay, then I'll stock it up with the rest of my doll collection. He'll go quite well with that old hag I found a few centuries ago.
Gothmog: Dolls, sir?
Witch-king (
uneasily): Uh . . . uh . . . You didn't hear me say that, or I'll tell the whole world all about your parents.
Gothmog: *
gulp* Mum's the word, sir.
~*~
. . . Uh, will somebody else do the Stair scene? I've already claimed the Muster scene (
q.v.) and it's a bit inappropriate if I take too many scenes now. Unless, of course, you all disappear (like what
Oddwen always does when nobody else posts. We love you,
Oddie-poo.
)