Gorlim the Unhappy (gorlim) wrote in apartment412,
Gorlim the Unhappy
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Anyone for Opera kareoke?

*belts* 99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, 99 BOTTLES OF BEEEEER! TAKE ONE DOWN, DRINK 'TIL YOU DROWN, 98 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL!!!!

My version involves a lot more drinking and usually you don't finish because you can't stand up or communicate in complete sentences long enough. :D

Come on, somebody keep me company. *ghosts up and down the apartment halls kicking doors* I'M BORED.
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*races over from another game, fingers in ears*

Could you keep it down? I'm cooking and my souffle just FELL.
HEEEEY! You're that guy who cut the ring of Barahir scene out of that movie thing, right?? And you didn't exen bother to EXPLAIN what it WAS. I got a bone to pick with you, mister. My part of history has been severely GIPPED and you're partly to blame. Do you KNOW what you have DONE to Elves??? You have made them SLUTS. Grr. Now everyone wants a piece of Elf bum and the best I can do is EOMER AND FARAMIR. And the only GIRL I could ever get went psycho on me.

*whips out a spatula* Do you know what this is, buddy? It's a SOUFFLE SMACKER. That thing is not only gonna be fell-ed, it's gonna fall so far its mama gon' break her tailbone!
*plucks spatula from raving lunatics fingertips and bops him on the nose with it*

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why Friends Don't Let Friends Silmarillion. You, my skinny friend, drunkenly sing loud enough to wake the dormant RPG's, ruin my supper, accuse me of turning perfectly nice characters into everyone's happy little crotchbuddies AND expect me to tell your epic saga? I don't THINK so.

Here, have some soup. I think you need it. *offers barley carrot beef soup with croutons*
One -- My singing is bloody BRILLIANT. Two -- You don't appear to need that supper. And THREE -- Yes you did and yes I do. *crosses his arms and preens*

...........*eyes the soup*

*scootscootscoot*

*plops down on the floor and munches happily, apparently forgetting any argument he might have had with the stranger*
Well, you're not getting any more of THIS after THAT! Hmph.
......*facepalm*

EOMERRRRRR! I didn't mean it like thaaaaat! *chases after him and kicks his rear* You haven't even let me come haunt you after my untimely-yet-heroic death! At least let me milk pity from the round short guy over there without getting all ruffled.
*fetches the naughty-bottle*
*fills it with ectoplasm instead of water*
*SQUIRTSQUIRTSQUIRTSQUIRTSQUIRTSQUIRT*
*pops open an umbrella*

I'm SIIIIINGIN' in the raaaain, just siiiiiingin' in the raaaain...