(Hey, Cerek, where's that image of a big, handsome Norseman in your sig?
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"I'll see you later," said Squall Lionheart to Luke as he left. "Gotta go see my sweetheart Rinoa Heartilly."
Meanwhile, Gandalf stretched out a palm and gestured. "Abracadabra," he said -- and a large glass of strong Vodka appeared in his hands. "Here, Sir," said Gandalf as he handed the glass of Vodka to an astonished Wolverine.
"You have your 'claws';
I have my spells," said Gandalf with a smile. "But I would be curious to know if you don't mind, Sir: who sent you? And what's this thing about cursed Japanese blades?"
But before Wolverine could answer, a loud and somewhat squeaky voice announced:
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please. This is the moment we've all been waiting for -- Frodo Baggins is now going to blow out the candles! Come, let's sing 'Happy Birthday' for our beloved host!"
A short, fat Hobbit with slitty eyes, pimples all over his face and a missing front tooth walked through the crowds towards the birthday cake. Obviously this was Frodo.
As he reached the cake everyone at the party started to sing loudly:
Haaaa-pee birrrrth-daaaay toooo yoooouuuu...
Haaaa-pee birrrrth-daaaay toooo yoooouuuu...
Haaaa-pee BIRRRRTH-DAAAAY deeeear Froooo-doooooooooooooooo...
(A cream pie suddenly flies towards Frodo and goes
splat right in his face.)
Haaaa-pee birrrrth-daaaay toooo yoooouuuu!!