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02-14-2004, 07:34 AM | #10 |
Ubiquitous Urulóki
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I believe I'll try the Merry/Pippin/Treebeard Scene..
*Merry and Pippin are still riding on Treebeard* P: Look! There's smoke riding from the south! T: And they don't even have a building permit. Hooom. P: Who? T: Isengard. M: Isengard? T: There was a time when Saruman would jog in my woods and dance and sing with woodland creatures gathering around him, but now he has a hip of metal and wheels. It was a war injury I think. He no longer cares for mowing things, so he forces his orcs to go out for him. They have no idea how to tend forests, honestly! Hoom! *The hobbits' heads turn ceremoniously* M: It's Saruman's army. T: Oh really? Ya think? M: War has started! P: I doubt it. That's probably the ten thousand orc hairdressers going to un-grease Aragorn's hair. M: Hey, where is that ranger/elf lover/swordsman/future king anyway? *Cut to Aragorn floating down the Entwash*
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