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Nee! Nee! Nee!
Who are you? - Hallowe'ens not until tomorrow...
We are the Nazgul who say "Nee!"
No! Not the Nazgul who say "Nee!"
Merry - Who are they?
We are the keepers of the Sacred Woods: Ni, Peng and Neee-Wom!
Keeper of the woods? I thought that was the job of the Ents...?
Enough! Who needs Ents when they've got Nazguls of Nee! The Nazgul of Nee demand a sacrifice!
B-b-but.... w-w-e were just passing, we didn't -
Nee! Nee! Nee! Nee!
Auh! Ough! Ah! Okay, what do you want!!!
We want... a SHRUBBERY!!!! *dramatic chord*
A shrubbery... hey, isn't that the wrong movie?
What if we don't find one... ?
You must return here with a shrubbery or else you will never pass through this wood alive!
hobbits - *gulp*
One that looks nice... and isn't too expensive..
*a while later*
*pant, pant, pant*
Boy, PJ sure knows how to do a creepy scene...
Merry - So what are we going to do now?
Find a shrubbery, of course.
Merry - Wait a minute there... you really want to go and look for a shrubbery?
Didn't you listen to what the Head Nazgul of Ni said? We won't get through that forest alive if we don't...
...and we really need to cross it, there is no other way to Mordor...
...so we just have to try, won't we.
*some hours later*
I just want a Starbucks...
Who wants Starbucks... I want some hay...
*some more hours later*
Frodo - Is that a pub?
Pippin - Pfft! I bet it's only a model! But we might go and check what they've got...
Pippin - This looks real enough! I am sure they've got some wonderful food, and maybe beer in pints!
Frodo - Good evening.
Well, good evening, litte masters.
Frodo - Well, what's on the menu tonight?
Well, there's egg and bacon; egg, sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam; spam, sausage, spam, spam, spam, bacon, spam, tomato and spam; spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; (Big Folk start singing in background) spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam...
Big Man: Spam, spam, spam, spam!
...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Southfarthing manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with mushroom pate, brandy [ed.-probably an Old Winyards brandy] and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Have you got anything without spam?
Well, there's spam, egg, sausage and spam. That's not got much spam in it.
I don't want no spam, Sam I am...
Why can't he have egg, bacon, spam and sausage?
That's got spam in it.
It hasn't got as much spam in it as spam, egg, sausage and spam has it?
Frodo - I guess we will take the egg, bacon, spam and sausage, then. Without the spam.
Ech!! Oh, these hard times, where folk don't have any taste for good things anymore... sad, sad, sad... *mutter, mutter, mutter*
Sam - That fellow over there looks awfully scruffy, don't you think?
Frodo - Excuse me... that man over there... who is he?
Oh, 'im! He's just a shrubber... nothing to worry about.
Did you hear that? He's a shrubber!
Frodo approaches the scruffy man...
The man at the bar told us you sold shrubberies? Is that true?
Yes. Shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Agaron the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.