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"Why you little....stupid head! I ordered brunette brain, not blonde! Do you hear me? BRUNETTE!" Bob shouted. The waiter took the brain away, and Bob muttered under his breath, "What a putz-monkey."
So Bob was dead for the umpteenth time. His spirit wandered the Halls of Mandos for a while, until Mandos spotted him, and said, "Hey! You're not an elf! What are you doing here?"
"I am too an elf!" said Bob.
"Are not!" said Mandos.
"Are too!" said Bob.
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Not not not not not not notnotnotnotnot..."
"Too too too too too too tootootootootoo..."
Then Feanor came along and told Bob to shut his yapper. He would have told Mandos to shut up too, but we all know what happened last time Feanor messed with the Valar...
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