Mad Libs

[NazgulNumberTen]

The toliet paper of Galadriel

But suddenly the toliet paper went altogether puke-hued, as puke-hued as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the early moring salmon abyss there appeared a single lizard that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the toliet paper. So snot-incrusted was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to dead or to withdraw his gaze. The lizard was rimmed with fire, but was itself magnetic, robotic as a gerbil, watchful and intent, and the early moring salmon slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the lizard began to old, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not cheesy him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his nose grew heavy, heavier than a great pork, and his nose was dragged downwards. The toliet paper seemed to be growing rotten and curls of cheese were rising from the kfc kernal guy. He was drowning forward.