Emotional Leper vs. High Lord Tolkien
Contains FR spoilers.
Announcer: Here today in the Celebrity DeathWatch Deathosium, we have a very special grudge match. To Love Linden, or to really, really, particularly, v. v. not love Linden? That is the question that has divided Donaldson fans for years. Today, we have rabid Linden, uh,
Announcer is distracted by EL placing a blonde wig and a white gold ring on a chain on a blow up doll
Announcer: - Linden, uh. Oh boy. Fanatic, yes, today we have rabid Linden, uh,
Announcer is further distracted by EL and the blow up doll.
Announcer: Uh, Linden Fanatic Emotional Leper, squaring off against that THOOLAH icon, High Lord Tolkien.
High Lord Tolkien waves various large posters of his many various Linden-bashing avatars to the crowd, blowing a kiss to an audience member with a sign reading, "What part of the Chronicles of THOMAS COVENANT do you not understand?!"
Judge Lucimay: Alright, boys. I want a good, clean fight. I don't want none of this.
Judge Lucimay pokes out EL's eye, to High Lord Tolkien's amusement.
Emotional Leper: OUCH! What do I look like, a Haruchai?!
Judge Lucimay: And absolutely none of this!
Judge Lucimay hacks off two of HLT's fingers with a cleaver.
High Lord Tolkien: Oh God! Linden paid you off for this, didn't she!
Judge Lucimay hands HLT a note, which he opens, and reads slowly, looking around nervously.
High Lord Tolkien: And... absolutely... uh... what's this word?
HLT hands the note to EL.
Emotional Leper: Uh, And... Absolutely...
EL pauses, looking around at the audience, then to HLT, and Lucimay.
Emotional Leper: And, uh, absolutely... I think it's... uh, yeah... Absolutely... nom of... this...
The Deathosium shakes and trembles, and then screams fill the audience as a corner of the building is demolished.
Announcer: Is that? Yes, it is! Everyone's favourite Sandgorgon, Nom!
HLT: Don't say it!
Announcer: Yes, a crowd favourite, Nom hadn't been seen --
HLT: Stop saying it!
Nom, meanwhile, has beaten Emotional Leper into bloody pulp.
Announcer: Ever since he decided to go on Iron Chef, using Raver as the Secret Ingrediant. Nom --
HLT: For the Love of GOD, STOP SAYING IT!
Announcer: Saying what?
HLT: Nom!
Nom then proceeds to pummel HLT and the Announcer into bloody pulps.
Judge Lucimay: And the winner is, ME!