The Tory Party

UnnamedHero: dyed dark green

ShandasRobots: Oh, I am slain! Tis neither so deep as a well nor wide as a church door, but tis enough, will serve

ShandasRobots: Ah.

UnnamedHero: speaking of poodles….

ShandasRobots: Right.

ShandasRobots: Yes?

UnnamedHero: …alas…

ShandasRobots: Dead poodles aren’t much fun?

UnnamedHero: My pack I left of countless mp3s in the castle at Gondor!

UnnamedHero: I had a song about a poodle to share

ShandasRobots: No! Alas. I had hoped for better, but feared for worse.

ShandasRobots: A thousand curses upon this mortal vail! To set upon a traveller on the open road, and hold his MP3s in the deep places of the world.

UnnamedHero: How un-heroic, we are come lacking wonderful sounds

ShandasRobots: Perhaps Joan Osborne will allay our weary ears, or D Tenacious.

ShandasRobots: But I cannot guess, and know not when.

UnnamedHero: Tenacious son of Salacious?

ShandasRobots: Pernicious D.

ShandasRobots: Pugnacious D

ShandasRobots: Voracious D

UnnamedHero: Malicious you are

ShandasRobots: Sagacious D

ShandasRobots: Heh heh heh. Or, more heroically, but ho! my Hobitlyn!

UnnamedHero: voracious

UnnamedHero: nassty Bagginses

UnnamedHero: !!

ShandasRobots: Palacious D.

UnnamedHero: falacious

ShandasRobots: Oh, wait, no. Palacial.

ShandasRobots: Heh heh. Nicely met.

ShandasRobots: Well met, halfling!

UnnamedHero: hey, if JRR can butcher a language why can’t we?

ShandasRobots: Truly. Verb and noun were never sorer severed.

ShandasRobots: And proper nouns in sequence never greater strung.

UnnamedHero: I am Geoff, son of George from the Forgotten land of the North. Behold the fair country side from whence I came!

ShandasRobots: So speaks Tory, child of the house of Hoke, from the Northern Falls of Neuse, El-Anor` Rig`bi, Star of the Eastern Morning,

ShandasRobots: A lesser heir of greater sires am I, but know I well the tenets of epic speech!

UnnamedHero: don’t like to support the whole patriarchal lineage thing but I couldn’t pass on the alliteration!

ShandasRobots: I can stand it.

ShandasRobots: Quest I will for the cookies of Shortino’s heir, long lost to all but memory in this eternal place.

UnnamedHero: heroic worlds tumble from your mouth like the waters splashing down the rocks of the mighty Anduin

ShandasRobots: I am grateful for your easing words, though I deserve them not.

UnnamedHero: There are left few that remember the tidings brung by that fair lass in a previous age!

ShandasRobots: Cookies beyond mortal imagination, cookies of time immemorial…

UnnamedHero: Cookies fit to be nestled in the robes of Elrond himself

ShandasRobots: Verily the maiden of the house of Shortino knows not even herself the glad wealth she brings to this cookieless wasteland.

ShandasRobots: Bright as the star El-Andil, the Tagalong and Thin Mint!

ShandasRobots: They will be a light to me in dark places, where no other light may visit.

ShandasRobots: I fear not their nutritional information, the waybread of the Shortinos, the lembas fresh and fair for many moons.

UnnamedHero: Cookies that have travelled through treacherous lands will be greeted with great cheers of joy at the gates of the city!

ShandasRobots: We must take care with our rations so they may keep our weariness at bay in the darker days to come.

ShandasRobots: There will be no sustenance to find in the hard earth near the rim of Doom.

UnnamedHero: Alas! What of the elixir of white goodness with which we may wash morsels of cookie goodness down our wretched parched gullets?

ShandasRobots: A striking question this! And one I have pondered myself, ere the dark draw too near around me.

UnnamedHero: My mouth burns as though Smaug himself scourched my very epiglottis

UnnamedHero: sp?

ShandasRobots: This elixir, white as the Elf-Star, white as the robes of Galadriel, I shall bring the morrow, to ease how our throats are parched in this desolate place.

ShandasRobots: But a mouthful will remedy our dry spirits.

UnnamedHero: I wish nothing else but to depart these dark lands and soothe thy parched throats that are as the scorched earth of Mordor!

ShandasRobots: Verily for the carb-heavy breakfast tomorrow such an elixir will be needed, and I shall bear it if no other take the burden from me.

ShandasRobots: But a few cakes and muffins be consumed before the parching from which you suffer become contagion, holding all in its arid grasp.

ShandasRobots: I look not for thanks or payment, but only to ease the suffering of my people in these perilous days.

ShandasRobots: In it I shall crush the leaves of kingsfoil, and fill the air about with such a freshness and delicious, high-protein beverage.

ShandasRobots: Thus shall be healed those brought down by the Black Breath.

UnnamedHero: Yay, these are dark times indeed. I fear that the nebulous future holds hours of toil for such humble Hobbits as ourselves.

ShandasRobots: We must make the most of these fleeting hours of light before the Shadow crosses the land, and that we shall, and are.

UnnamedHero: We must meld with the hive-mind and spill forth that magic incantations that that we alone know to add to the ever expanding World Wide Web

ShandasRobots: By my Raglan sleeve, we shall not suffer long in this manner!

ShandasRobots: Indeed.

ShandasRobots: By our hand it shall rightfully be grown.

UnnamedHero: Alas, our suffering will end with the westering sun

ShandasRobots: It is true. Let us work. Make haste and delay no more!

UnnamedHero: No time to waste, white face will rise this eve

ShandasRobots: We hatesss it! We hatess the white face!