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Postby Xatia » Sun Oct 28, 2001 5:48 am

Thou dost? Yea verily, thou must helpeth us defeateth... who was it we must defeateth again?
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Postby fatcatdave » Sun Oct 28, 2001 9:18 am

Erm, could it be bad dentists? NO is it Egg Flan? Cheese Flan? Bacon and Broccoli flan, well its flan Summit<BR><BR>FlanDulF? Flagdads? Fladfluff, Yeah thats it Fladfluff<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby crispycreme » Sun Oct 28, 2001 11:29 am

<i>And so, as it had begun, thus shall it end. But really, an end is nothing more than a new beginning, so despair not! All things end. Some end before they're begun; it's called a transparadoxal inverted spatial dimension. Except if one resides in that dimension, in which case it's not called that. <BR><BR>The forces of Good have clashed with the forces of Evil. And things happened. Lots of things. Some were good. Some were evil. Some were sort of in between both good and evil. We call those things 'ambivelant things'. It's a good phrase, but an evil one. Some say it's neither. I myself remain on the fence. It's a wooden fence, with lots of splinters. My butt hurts.<BR><BR>Unfortunately, the victors of this epic struggle have the power to pen the history of this battle in the way they feel best serves their interests, thankfully. We may never know the real truth, so I won't bother with such trivialities. Fabrication is more interesting anyways, and requires far less research. I don't like research much.<BR><BR>So what does all this mean? That's not a rhetorical question. If it was, I would phrase it differently. I would have asked, 'So, what does all this mean?' See the comma? No, that's not a rhetorical question either. Or was it? Now THAT was rhetorical. It smacked of rhetoric. <BR><BR>Remember that time, so long ago, when I was discussing rhetoric?<BR><BR>As we close out this story, I wish to leave you all with this bit of wisdom: when wrapping up a long story, always end it with a bit of wisdom.</i>
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Postby Xatia » Mon Oct 29, 2001 6:45 am

LOL - I can't help comparing Crispy's last post with his first one here <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Who wants to edit and format our great work into something resembling a continuous story more thatn a load of random posts?
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Postby B_Athena » Mon Oct 29, 2001 11:26 am

Classic Crispyness! Classic. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>not me! i dont even have a computer of my own <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby crispycreme » Mon Oct 29, 2001 8:08 pm

I nominate X!<BR><BR>Admit it, Xatia, you're perfect for the job. No, stop being coy. You KNOW you're the woman to undertake this. Don't shake your head and wave your hands at me! Being overly modest doesn't become you. <BR><BR><BR>(I think I'm in trouble now..) <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>*waves at 'Thenie!*<BR>
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Postby Xatia » Tue Oct 30, 2001 1:34 am

Crispy, you are in trouble now. I might undertake it, if I have some time later <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby Radagast » Thu Nov 08, 2001 5:51 pm

Ah, so it ends nothing like it began, and with a resounding SLAP, the Narrator hits Crispy for violating the first rule of this post.<BR><BR>And so the Lord of Ambivelance shall rule in place of Fladnag.<BR><BR>But the one question remaining: does Fladnag get to keep all his cool "evil Dark Lord" stuff, or must he once again wander the roads as a drop-out of the School of Istari?<BR><BR><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby Xatia » Fri Nov 09, 2001 10:19 am

I suppose he could keep the Dark Lord apparel... after all, we need to leave some storyline for a sequel <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>What does anybody want me to do with this when I've finished colecting and editing it? It's going to be an enourmous .doc file lost and alone in a threatening world! Shall I post some of it in Talk, or perhaps the Pony?
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Postby crispycreme » Sat Nov 10, 2001 8:41 am

(That's ok, Rad. The first rule of Ridikerous is to violate all other rules of RP and posting. Hence, I'm breaking a rule of Ridikerous because I'm following the rules of Ridikerous. See?)<BR><BR>Xatia, if you perchance ever DO get this beast into a .doc file of some sort, I will kiss your feet and even clip your toe nails while I'm at it. I have hedge shears somewhere...
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Postby Xatia » Sat Nov 10, 2001 3:44 pm

Well, if I ever finish it I'll email it to you (possibly in several Episodes?) and you can dispose of it <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby goatboy » Tue Mar 19, 2002 10:08 am

March 19th, 2002.<BR><BR>Life in the land of Ridikerous had been quiet. Too quiet. For too long the denizens of this land had slumbered quietly, hoping that Eru or Illuvitar or Buddha or Keanu Reeves or whatever supremely confused being that was in charge of it all had finally deigned to leave them the heck alone.<BR><BR>Donkey was at peace, and not at all involved in plots to create flying contraptions. He hadn't spoken since Halloween.<BR><BR>Mike the Dog had hooked up with an animal shelter, and was busy making sure that all the males got neutered, but only the ugly females got spayed. <BR><BR>Lord Fladnag had been picked up by the police under suspicion of possession of an evil plot, and is still awaiting arraignment. He is represented by the Lord of Lawyers, and suspects to receive the death penalty. Again.<BR><BR>Nazgul Lord left the realm of this forum and became a fantasy movie critic. He trashed Peter Jackson and all that "negative typecasting" crap in regard to the limited roles offered to wraiths in the movie business. He's making 6 figures, and has a offer on the table with NBC to join the Today show. He's a big Katie Couric fan, after all.<BR><BR>Our heroes went their separate ways, and no one has seen or heard tale of any of them, except maybe that Goatboy was seen working a McGondor's fast food window to earn money to buy his GTO back from InnocentEvil.<BR><BR>--------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>The B-52 bomber was closing in on Tora Bora and has just released its payload when the navigator caught an error appear on the Global Positioning System transponder that was trying to replace him. A sudden flash of light made the pilot swerve. The plane just missed the shining scar in the sky, but half of it's payload entered the rift. With another flash, the rift was gone.<BR><BR>---------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>Donkey had just finished an amazing patch of thistles, and had laid down beside a stream to contemplate the wonderful mysteries of life when the first bomb hit.<BR><BR>"Bloody hell!" He screamed, startled out of months of silence. He ran to and fro as more 500 pound bombs fell from the sky. He was showered in debris as fragments of molten steel whizzed and cut through the air. "A donkey can get killed out here!"<BR><BR>The last bomb to fall through the rift headed not toward Donkey, but toward the Ridikerous Police Department lockup facility, where the inmates (Fladnag, three henchmen, and Frank Zappa) were enjoying some time in the excercise yard. The bomb destroyed the fence.<BR><BR>"Yaaay!" Cheered the henchmen.<BR><BR>"Groovy!" Cheered Frank Zappa.<BR><BR>"Freedom!" Cried Fladnag, having seen Braveheart for the umpteenth time the previous day, and still wearing the blue and white paint on his face. He motioned to his henchmen. "Charge!"<BR><BR>Together, with Frank Zappa in tow, Fladnag and his three remaining henchmen fled the prison exercise yard in their fabulously obvious orange robes proclaiming them to be 'prisioners.'<BR><BR>Donkey had a bad feeling about everything.
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Postby Ithiliel » Tue Mar 19, 2002 12:32 pm

<i>Ithiliel wander aimlessly through...</i><BR><BR>Hmm.. that doesn't sound good....<BR>
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Postby fatcatdave » Wed Mar 20, 2002 11:21 am

Sheriff Fatcat swaggers in, he has to swagger he has the biggest Six gun you ever did see strapped to his belt, its so big it takes three people to pull the trigger, He has never fired it.<BR><BR>However it makes him feel safe, if a little heavy,<BR><BR><BR>"Ayup, Ise reckons its up to us to happrehened dem porportraitors, who just did escape from them there walls of steel and candy floss"<BR><BR>a voice from the wilderness says...<BR><BR>"Up to Who?"<BR><BR>"Us, I reckons"<BR><BR>"Who?"<BR><BR><BR>"Us? Erm Well....Me then......But you'll help. right?"<BR><BR>"Might do, Whats in it for me?"<BR><BR><BR>fatcat looks at destoyed walls...<BR><BR>"A years supply of Candyfloss"<BR><BR><BR>"I'm In"<BR><BR><BR>"Er, hows come i cannot see's you"<BR><BR>"I reckons thats because I'm invisible"<BR><BR>"I see"<BR><BR>"No you don't"<BR>
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Postby undumiel » Wed Mar 20, 2002 10:01 pm

undumiel wanders on to the scene, attracted by the desire to smite the sorry southern accent being affected by a certain poster.<BR><BR>seeing the patrons already on the scene, undumiel approaches and introduces herself,<BR><BR>'hi, i'm undumiel. i'll be the obligatory rebellious warrior female of this group. i'm also elven, so i'll be happy to fill any other-worldly roles that come up.'<BR><BR>undumiel then proceeds to chuck her trademark throwing knives into a treetrunk some distance away.<BR><BR> . . . pause . . .<BR><BR>undumiel runs gracelessly after her knives and retrieves them.<BR><BR>'i don't remember that happening to tolkien's characters . . .'
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Postby Thenie » Wed Mar 20, 2002 10:56 pm

Suddenly, Undomiel, Hefty and Donkey are stricken astonished.<BR><BR>"I don't much like this color," Donkey mutters.<BR><BR>A large donut proceeds to roll over the hill. Twice as large as a man, but then some men are bigger than others, this unnaturally florescent pink Donut comes to an abrupt stop but a few paces from where The Guys stood.<BR><BR>A door in the upper quadrant opens and Thenie falls out, as only a graceful water-buffalo can, from the hatch to the ground in a single bound. Or fall, as you will. She is dressed in typical Ridikerous hiking gear, disco boots and canvas, with a mountain guide thrown over her left shoulder for good measure. She stalks toward The Guys unrolling a rather large piece of parchment.<BR><BR>“Have you seen B_Athena?” She asks the astonished Guys. Seeing they obviously didn’t comprehend, she switched languages: “R U Guys the HE-ROWs?”<BR><BR>“Um, nope, nottall, no ERO here,” Hefty stammered, unwilling to admit he didn’t know.<BR><BR>“Right then. Well, if you’re not the Heroes, who are ya?”<BR><BR><i> They are, as you have called them twice now in your narrative, simply The Guys. </i><BR><BR>As Undomiel and FatFishEater hit the ground in fear, Thenie and Donkey nod knowingly.<BR><BR>“YOU! Not again,” Thenie muttered.<BR><BR><b>SLAP!</b><BR><BR>“Oh, he’s back,” Thenie swore, rubbing her face, “and if you’re done with whatever it is you do, would you kindly inform me as to what in Xatia’s name The Guys are?”<BR><BR><i>Well, as there is no point, no quest, no reason for them to be here, we can’t call them Heroes. So we call them The Guys. </i><BR><BR>“Reasonable enough,” Thenie nodded, sitting down on Hefty’s rump. “But what do we do now?”<BR><BR><i>What the hell do I look like, a Director? The PJ is WRONG, Thenster! </i><BR><BR><BR>Slap.<BR><BR>“Ouch?!” the UnreasonableLargeKat yelled, “Why’d ya do that?”<BR><BR>“Why not?” Thenie shrugged, “Now what?”<BR><BR><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby Xatia » Thu Mar 21, 2002 6:42 am

<i>A patch of thick mist appeared behind Thenie, clearing rapidly to reveal a slightly harrassed looking Xatia</i><BR><BR>S'blood! What hast thou summoned me for this time? <i>she inquired angrily, then brightened at seeing Thenie</i> Oh, has thou discovered a way to remove from me this curse of speech most antiquated? For verily doth it weight my soul to speak before such as thee in this manner...<BR><BR><i>Noticing a somewhat puzzled look on Thenie's face, Xatia hastened to explain</i><BR><BR>Look, though exclaimed "By Xatia"? Then thou has summoned me, whether thou liketh it or not. And I have much to impart to thee of great import, for by this dangerous meddling with that once finished script thou hast unsettled the nature of space-time in this universe and loosed a great evil, far greater than the Fladnag that thou once so verily failed to defeat... and what that evil is as yet I cannot say, but my heart forbodes me that these "Guys" must discovereth and destroyeth it, ere ever it recruit Fladnag and the Lord of Lawyers to it's cause. I suggest that thou joineth Fladnag as he struggles free of strict confinement and prevent him from discovering this New Evil<BR><BR><i>Shouldn't that be Ancient Evil?</i><BR><BR>Not thee again! Oucheth! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><BR><BR><i>Ouch! You're not supposed to duck!</i>
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Postby undumiel » Thu Mar 21, 2002 9:50 am

quickly, undumiel spears two of the tounge-smiley-guys with her knives and knocks the third over with a beef and been burrito.<BR><BR><i>thanks. you spared me the trouble.</i><BR><BR>anytime, my disembodied compatriot.
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Postby fatcatdave » Thu Mar 21, 2002 11:14 am

The HeftyFatFishEater bucks thenie off his rump and turns to Undomiel...<BR><BR>" i reckons Yoom pretty handy wit dem dere kniphes "<BR><BR><i>Swoosh Swoosh swoosh</i><BR><BR><BR>"I reckon you need to take dem dere kniphes outa dem dere smileys first"<BR><BR><BR><i>SWOOOOSH</i><BR><BR><BR>"I dimn't Reckon on Swords being Thrown"
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Postby goatboy » Thu Mar 21, 2002 1:59 pm

XAT"S BACK!!! YAAAAAYY!!!!<BR><BR>---------------------------------------------------------------------<BR>"Welcome to McGondor's. Can I take your order?" Goatboy asked into the microphone unceremoniously attached to his head.<BR><BR><i>"pfffffggght - and three Uruk Hai burgers, five large fries, and a -rklrkrlrkrl- shakes. To go."</i><BR><BR>Crap, thought Goatboy again. There goes the outside microphone again. And I got more idiots ordering "to go" from the drive thru. Very funny.<BR><BR>Goatboy removed his headset and proceeded out the back door, grabbing the 16-pound sledge hammer on his way. As he walked up to the microphone, he recoilled in horror to see Fladnag behind the wheel of a 1966 Pontiac GTO, with the Lord of Lawyers riding shotgun and Frank Zappa sleeping in the front seat. Hoping his fast food uniform would disguise him, he applied judicious force to the microphone/speaker box, startling the car's occupants.<BR><BR>"What was that about?!?" demanded Fladnag.<BR><BR>"Speaker's out. You'll, uh, hafta order inside." Replied Goatboy.<BR><BR>"Carp!" exclaimed Fladnag, quickly exiting the vehicle and handing the keys to, of all people, Goatboy! "Then pull up out of site and keep it warm, we'll be right back!"<BR><BR>The car's other occupants quickly climbed out, though Frank moved sluggishly as he had been draming up more bizarre lyrics. Not believing his luck, Goatboy hopped into the car, threw his McGondor's authentic signature visor out the window, and laid a pair of black stripes leaving the parking lot. "Goodbye and good-riddance, fools!" he screamed, driving off into the night.<BR><BR>"Wha-" Fladnag started to exclaim prior to losing speech. "He, uh..."<BR><BR>"I believe," began the Lord of Lawyers, "that he was one of the original banes of your existence some time ago. This truly is most inconvenient."<BR><BR>Fladnag turned to scream something, but remained dumbfounded.<BR><BR>"Hey, are we still getting fries?" asked Frank. "I need to feed my unit and drain my dweezil!<BR><BR>The others turned and groaned.
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Postby undumiel » Thu Mar 21, 2002 7:45 pm

in the distance, undumiel saw a 1966 pontiac gto approaching.<BR><BR>'hey guys, i think that may be our ride . . . .'<BR><BR>tossing one of her knives into the wheel of the car, undumiel forced the driver to come to a sudden, unexpected halt.<BR><BR>'now how are we going to get anywhere?' the unreasonably-paunchy feline at her side remarked.<BR><BR>thinking fast, undumiel attatched a spare donut to the axel, pulled out some sunglasess, and, much to the astonishment of senor goatfellow, hopped into the passenger seat.<BR><BR>'let's roll.'
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Postby Thenie » Thu Mar 21, 2002 9:40 pm

"Ooo! Are those McGondor's?" Thenie remarked, throwing herself at Goatboy's uniform (she could never resist a goat in a dress...coat), and licking up the few fries that had stuck there from the last order.<BR><BR><BR>"OO! More in the back seat," She spied, "I'm in!" <BR><BR><BR>Thenie declared jumping into the back and collecting the fries. Sniffing them, she remarked, "Smells like Frank Zappa. Odd."<BR><BR>And so she ate 'em.
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Postby Xatia » Fri Mar 22, 2002 1:28 am

<i>Xatia sighed as her smilies were so swiftly speared and suspired beside her. Still shaking her head sadly she also slipped after the Guys and sniffed at Goatboy</i><BR><BR>"I have not seen thee in a while, friend. Hast thou heard? We must join with Fladnag to distracteth him so that he shalt not meet with this New Evil and in that meeting spell doom for us all, forsooth..."<BR><BR><i>Goatboy looked puzzled.</i><BR><BR>"What?" <i>He asked</i><BR><BR>"Oh, never thou mindeth! I wast only permitted to repeat that twice and now hath all memory of it been wiped from me... were shalt we goeth? For verily dost I now wish to relieve myself of this speech most antiquated..."
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Postby goatboy » Fri Mar 22, 2002 9:13 am

Goatboy is idling in car full of more people than he has seatbelts for.<BR><BR><i>Don't worry about it.</i><BR><BR>"Oh God, not you again. I didn't smiley or anything!"<BR><BR><i>No, you gelatinous hydrogenated vegetable oil covered moron. The seatbels! Don't worry about the seatbelts!</i><BR><BR>"Why, you gonna keep us out of a wreck? Cool!"<BR><BR><i>No, your vehicle was produced before the rear-seat seatbelt law was passed. You can pack a circus in there and still be legal."</i><BR><BR>"Hey!" protested Thenie. "I'm no clown!"<BR><BR>"Yeah, and we're not a group of highly trained Chinese acrobats!" chimed in the rest of the crew.<BR><BR><i>Yes, but I do know where the monkeys are!</i><BR><BR>"Hey!" yelled Goatboy to the narrator. "I've showered this week!"<BR><BR>"Thou dost not comprehend, oh fashionably challenged hero." Xatia chimed in. "Methinks the narrator referreth to the disparity of our comglomeration."<BR><BR>"Hey!" yelled Thenie from the backseat. "Ancient talk is one thing, but big words is another! That hurts my brain!"<BR><BR>"Let's just go on a quest to cure Xatia's speech, and then we'll go to the mall and get some new clothes." Suggested Undumiel.<BR><BR>All the others gasped. The narrator shrieked. <i>"Shriek!"</i><BR><BR><b>"NOT THE MALL!!!!!"</b>
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Postby goatboy » Fri Mar 22, 2002 9:56 am

<i>Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles...</i><BR><BR>"...and in other news, there's been a break-out at the Gondorian Ludicrous Security Prison, where a suspected evil lord and several henchmen escaped. It is believed that they are all disguised as members of a bad 1970's rock group fronted by Frank Zappa, and are considered extremely dangerous. Any anonymous tips can be to.."<BR><BR><CLICK><BR><BR>"Oh crap." The dark figure muttered under his breath. He was tall, just a shade under seven feet, and not all of it was robe. He'd been working out, and ever since hooking up with Jack La Lane and Bruce Lee, his form had filled out considerably. He still carried his longsword and Morgul blades, but only ever had occasion to use them in traffic during fits of road rage.<BR><BR>Things had been looking up for Nazgul Lord. He'd spent two months just trying to get free of Fladnag. It finally took an anonymous tip to John Walsh on "Middle-Earth's Most Wanted" to get Fladnag captured, and even that almost hadn't happened. Luckily, FLadnag had a small bladder, allowing the authorities to apprehend him at a local convenience store while using the bathroom. NL still laughed at the look on Fladnag's face as they hauled him away, all the time screaming on how he needed to wash his hands.<BR><BR>Lately, NL had been writing movie reviews for several prominent, evil tabloids, as well as hosting a syndicated entertainment news program shown on basic cable. He'd recently returned from a meeting with executives at NBC regarding his joining the Today show. Nazgul Lord had tried not to let his excitement show during the interview, but just being in the same building as Katie Couric had him feeling like he was only 1,000 again.<BR><BR>Now, his anticipation had turned to dread during the course of three minutes into the evening news. Peace breaking out in the middle east was bad enough, but FLadnag possibly being loose? Oh, no, he thought, I'm not going back to Middle Earth. There's nothing that can make me go back!<BR><BR><RING RING! RING RING!><BR><BR>He answered the phone in a high falsetto voice. "Nazgul Lord enterprises, please hold." He placed the phone down and collected his wits. "Thank you. What can we do for you today?"<BR><BR>"Ummm, I need to speak to your, uh, boss." the deep voice on the other end declared.<BR><BR>"Let me check and see if he's in." He continued in the high voice. "Who may I tell him is calling?"<BR><BR>The caller on the other end could be heard breathing, but had not yet spoken. After a long pause, the voice said "Tell him that the elves changed my name after I cut down their precious trees!"<BR><BR>Fladnag's voice got caught in his throat. "Morgoth? Melkor, is it you? Is it really you!?!?!" Had he actually been alive, tears of joy would have streamed down his face.<BR><BR>"MUAHAHAHA!!!!" the voice on the other end called back. "Gotcha, Nazzie! It's me! It's your old lord and master Fladnag!"<BR><BR>Nazgul Lord kept the rage out his voice. Almost. "How ... did ... you ... get ... this ... number ..." he trailed off.<BR><BR>"Oh, it wasn't easy. My head lawyer here had to make a few calls, pull some strings. It turns out he's got some friends masterminding "Must-See TV." he cackled again. "They rehashed old times, Lawman here dropped word on a lawsuit against Kelsey Grammar, and Bob's-your-uncle, I'm talking to you!"<BR><BR>Nazgul Lord took a deep fake breath, since he didn't need to breathe. "What is it that you want?" he asked carefully.<BR><BR>"I wantcha back here where you belong! I need you here! None of my other henchmen are as evil and smart as you!" A noise was heard coming from someone else. Fladnag poorly covered the phone, so that Nazgul Lord could barely hear coming from the other end "oh, not you Lordy Law, but I gotta make sure your hands stay clean, understand? He's a master of dirty work, and he doesn't even show up on airport metal detectors!" Fladnag's voice strengthed. "I need you back. You have two hours. See you at the castle." <CLICK><BR><BR>NL didn't even have the time to say no. "No!" he said to a dead line, just before hanging up the phone. As soon as he'd hung up, his answering system beeped. He checked the page. It was from Matt Lauer welcoming him to Today show team!<BR><BR>"Yippee!" he exclaimed. "Now all I have to do is get rid of Matt and Al Roker, and Katie's all mine!"<BR><BR>As he headed off to grab a celebratory magnum of champagne, he wondered if Fladnag would ever get the hint that Nazgul Lord wasn't coming.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><i>Meanwhile, back at Fladnag's lair...</i><BR><BR>"Well?" asked FLadnag impatiently. He was sitting on top of a barstool, which was all that remained of his throne. His throne had been sold to raise bail money (and pay his exorbitant legal fees). "Where is he? It's been over two hours. HE'S LATE!"<BR><BR>The Lord of Lawyers smiled. "Relax sire, the problem is under control. He obviously doesn't wish to rejoin you. No matter. I have things under control." He picked up the phone. "Yes, operator? Get me Jennifer Lopez. Thank you, I'll hold. Hey, J-lo! It's T-LOL. Wassap chicka? Bien. Mira mira, I got a job for you. You're a guest on the Today show tomorrow, right? Good. I need a favor, and I can pay in lipo. Great!" The Lord of Lawyers outlined his plan.<BR><BR>Fladnag, listening in, smiled wickedly.
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Postby fatcatdave » Fri Mar 22, 2002 11:09 am

Meanwhile, back in the GTO....<BR><BR><BR>"Hey Goat, can I drive"<BR><BR>"Sure"<BR><BR>Goatboy throws him the wheel<BR><BR>"Hey, Isn't this supposed to be attached to the steering column?"<BR><BR><BR>"YARRGGGGHHHHHHHH"<BR><BR>"What we screaming for, were not moving"<BR><BR><BR>Goat retrieves the wheel, reattaches it, turns the key and roars off.<BR><BR><BR>"We are going to get a new voice for Xatia, go to the Mall and then Recapture Fladnag, in that order"<BR><BR><BR>"Did someone say order?"<BR><BR>"I'll have a large fries"<BR><BR><BR>The silence is broken only by the sound of Goatboys head striking the steering wheel, Again and again and again. <BR><BR><BR>
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Postby undumiel » Mon Mar 25, 2002 9:26 am

cruising through the realms of middle earth on a sunny day is such a pleasant experience, thought undumiel, even if one of the wheels is just a large donut . . .<BR><BR>'hey goatboy'<BR><BR>'yes undumiel?'<BR><BR>'if we go to the mall before we capture fladnag again . . . does that mean we won't have time to stop for an orange julias? i love those things . . .'<BR><BR>goatboy continued to smack his head against the wheel. undumiel needed to get her priorities straight.<BR><BR>'undumiel, you idiot . . . there's ALWAYS time for an orange julias. no dark power on earth could come between us and those sweet, delicious fruit smoothies.'<BR><BR>undumiel smiled. for someone who worked at mcgondors, goatboy had unusually good taste.
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Postby Ithiliel » Mon Mar 25, 2002 11:27 am

<i> Ithiliel walks out of Numenorians R Us and begins to cross the street, lugging several large packages behind her.<BR><BR>She has just enough time to get turned around before she goes <b> Kavoooommm!</b> over the hood of an extremely overpacked GTO. </i><BR><BR>Goatboy moans, and continues to beat his head against the steering wheel, when he realizes he just took out the supreme and awesome being of that one place over there.<BR><BR>Undumiel crawls out of the car and kicks the unconsious Ithiliel..<BR>"Hey! That's not the supreme and awesome being! Idiots."<BR><BR><i> Slap </i><BR><BR>"What was that for?"<BR><BR><i> Too many vowels. Now shut up. </i><BR><BR>undumiel thwaps self on head. She then picks up the now awakening Ith and chucks her into the back seat with everyone else.<BR><BR>"OK, so off to the mall??"
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Postby fatcatdave » Mon Mar 25, 2002 1:07 pm

"I have only one Question."<BR><BR>"Whats that Phats?"<BR><BR><BR>"Whats A Mall?"<BR><BR>"Its like a big Shopping centre."<BR><BR><BR>"Were...were going SHOPPING?"<BR><BR>FCD starts to claw desperatley at the windows...<BR><BR>"Let me out, LET ME OUT..."<BR><BR><BR>Too late, Goatboy turns into the Carpark....<BR><BR><BR>Tune in next time for the next Ridickerous installment of the Ridickerous Roleplay... Will FCD escape? Will goat ever stop banging his head on the Steering wheel? Will Ithy and Undomiel ever find that dress in a size 10? and will you care? <BR><BR>we will be back after these messages from our sponsor...<BR><BR> <i>Scabby teeth? British teeth? Try new improved GLEAMODENT!!! Just one hourly application will have your teeth so bright you will be banned from smiling near Airports </i> <BR><BR>And now we return to the Ridikerous Roleplay...<BR><BR>The cast look about, wondering where that voice came from, Fcd asks his invisible Buddy (Remember him?) <BR><BR>"Wasn't me Boss, though you could certainly use some of that stuff"<BR><BR>Fcd throws a punch at him but misses and thumps Ithy instead, soon a general melee is occuring in the back of the GTO... They are fighting so hard they don't notice the three strange people walking out of the Mall...<BR>
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Postby fatcatdave » Mon Mar 25, 2002 1:07 pm

<i>Remember...GLEAMODENT....</i><BR><BR><BR><BR>Theres that Voice Again
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