Post by Sparky on Oct 17, 2006 1:05:58 GMT -5
October 16, 2006.
We halflings lead simple lives of wanton gluttony, free from the fuss and bother of adventures, or for that matter, foot shaving.
Knock knock knock...
Sparky slammed his autobiography shut as the door to his bunker-in-the-hill creaked open.
"AAIGH! It's the Fuzz! Flush the Pipe-weed!"
"Ho Ho, my friend," Metal laughed. "Tis merely I, Metal Ridley, here with news of the world beyond!"
"Oh, how are..."
"Going to hell in a handbasket. Whaddaya got to eat? Say...that ring your uncle left you, you still have it, right?"
"Sure, I..." Sparky started. "Wait, you're not gonna pawn it off for booze like you did with my toaster, right?"
"Ho, ho, ho!" Metal laughed. "Hand it over, or I break your knees."
As Sparky handed Metal the ring, he noticed something.
"Say, that's odd, I'd never noticed, but there's writing on the band! I can't make it out..." he squinted his eyes.
"It's upside down, you ding-dong. It says 'Ronco Brand Evil Ring, 5 cent deposit in Nebraska."
"Whoa," Sparky exclaimed. "Then this-this is the Master Ring, the ring that must be destroyed in the fires of Mount Omnius!"
"Yes," Metal agreed. "And you must go quickly. I'll watch things here! Where do you keep the hooch?"
"Alas, my shire, shall I ever see you again?" Sparky looked back as he was walking away to see Metal hammer a sign in his yard saying- YARD SALE 2-DAY.
We halflings lead simple lives of wanton gluttony, free from the fuss and bother of adventures, or for that matter, foot shaving.
Knock knock knock...
Sparky slammed his autobiography shut as the door to his bunker-in-the-hill creaked open.
"AAIGH! It's the Fuzz! Flush the Pipe-weed!"
"Ho Ho, my friend," Metal laughed. "Tis merely I, Metal Ridley, here with news of the world beyond!"
"Oh, how are..."
"Going to hell in a handbasket. Whaddaya got to eat? Say...that ring your uncle left you, you still have it, right?"
"Sure, I..." Sparky started. "Wait, you're not gonna pawn it off for booze like you did with my toaster, right?"
"Ho, ho, ho!" Metal laughed. "Hand it over, or I break your knees."
As Sparky handed Metal the ring, he noticed something.
"Say, that's odd, I'd never noticed, but there's writing on the band! I can't make it out..." he squinted his eyes.
"It's upside down, you ding-dong. It says 'Ronco Brand Evil Ring, 5 cent deposit in Nebraska."
"Whoa," Sparky exclaimed. "Then this-this is the Master Ring, the ring that must be destroyed in the fires of Mount Omnius!"
"Yes," Metal agreed. "And you must go quickly. I'll watch things here! Where do you keep the hooch?"
"Alas, my shire, shall I ever see you again?" Sparky looked back as he was walking away to see Metal hammer a sign in his yard saying- YARD SALE 2-DAY.