And so Bob, the Great, bob, the Splendid, Bob the Magnifecent, Bob, The Wonderful, Bob, The Majestic, Bob, the powerfull, and Bob,
the Nine fingered, and.... O wait, wrong story. So they praised him with great praise, and the King screamed, Praise them with Great Praise! And a minstrel was called for and, singing for 8 hours, fronm afternoon to sunset, and finishing with, " PRAISE THEM WITH GREAT PRAISE! By then Frod, o, I mean Bob, realized that he was on the verge of Plagarism, so he stopped and took stock of his life.
Later that evening him, and the other four
hobbits sat down and talked long into the night, with
Legolas and
Gimli joining them later. Ahh, am glad your here with me at the end of all things, said Bob. Or... Wait, I was suposed to say that earlier in the story wasnt I?
Whatever!