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Nevfeniel · 07-16-2002, 07:38 AM

Hahaha, Necromancer! That was really funny!

'Come hither!' he cried to his Senior administrative director. 'Come, if you are not all bubbly!' Then -7.39 of them fizzled up the umbrellas to him. Swiftly he snatched a lightbulb from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the lightbulb amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame.

Then Denethor toasted upon the table, and standing there wreathed in sofas and bathtubs he took the speaker of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his pinky finger. Casting the pieces into the blaze he crawled and laid himself on the table, clasping the vacuum cleaner with both knees upon his elbows. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that vacuum cleaner, unless he had great strength of toes to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two liquidy milks and yummy cinnamon toasts falling in flame.

Gandalf in grief and hunger turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, papery upon the threshold, while those outside heard the special roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a loud "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Come back and save me, Gandalf! Please!", and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by pretty locust.

07-16-2002, 07:38 AM	#11
Nevfeniel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Mithlond Posts: 783	Hahaha, Necromancer! That was really funny! 'Come hither!' he cried to his Senior administrative director. 'Come, if you are not all bubbly!' Then -7.39 of them fizzled up the umbrellas to him. Swiftly he snatched a lightbulb from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the lightbulb amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame. Then Denethor toasted upon the table, and standing there wreathed in sofas and bathtubs he took the speaker of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his pinky finger. Casting the pieces into the blaze he crawled and laid himself on the table, clasping the vacuum cleaner with both knees upon his elbows. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that vacuum cleaner, unless he had great strength of toes to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two liquidy milks and yummy cinnamon toasts falling in flame. Gandalf in grief and hunger turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, papery upon the threshold, while those outside heard the special roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a loud "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Come back and save me, Gandalf! Please!", and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by pretty locust. __________________ Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.