Well, I come home fer th' moment, on account o' not bein' able t'find that Ioreth person wi'out th' pups. Helps that whatev'r that was done worn off, but now I gotta scrape th'
pink paint offa all m' stuff. An' change outta this dress, which ain't fittin' so well anymore.
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*Gathers th' puppies n' th' weapons n' scouts about fer th' cause o' th' trouble*
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To make a long story short, sir, there are clones of humans running about the Shire and killing hobbits. Please find a safe place to go, sir.
*dashes away*
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*Thinks a bit* Clones? This sounds as fishy as that there sickness we had. I don' like't.
*Heads towards all th' screaming, keeping t' cover fer now.*
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*starts moving away from the angry Theodred, not even bothering to dodge half the hits he gives him in response to letting the hobbits get away*
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*quietly puts his head back to expose his neck and doesn't fight back*
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Hey, doggy...
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*breaks cover an' calls Cookie off th' clone so he's got a clear shot*
That's it, nobody hurts m' puppies...or kills hobbits, if'n I've got a say...
*fires*
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Is that it?
Your firepower is no match for the POWER OF MY MIND!
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Must figure out how to fix that...
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Yer responsible fer what's happened t' Princess, ain't ye, ye hyena?
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Whatever will you do about it?
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I'll be sure t' let ye know. Sooner er later...
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