The Duffer Encyclopedia, 2nd Edition

You forgot to eat Lorien. The Elves may get depressed, but they also know how to enter complaints. You really don't want that. Particularly since they have a habit of turning complaints into immortal ballads in which you play the villain. "Gollum and Gondorgirl." "The Lay of the Evil Maid." "How to Befriend a Goblin in Six Days."

Well, maybe not the last one.
 
You forgot to eat Lorien. The Elves may get depressed, but they also know how to enter complaints. You really don't want that. Particularly since they have a habit of turning complaints into immortal ballads in which you play the villain. "Gollum and Gondorgirl." "The Lay of the Evil Maid." "How to Befriend a Goblin in Six Days."

Well, maybe not the last one.

But I like that idea. I've always enjoyed the songs I've had written about myself. Are their immortal ballads anything like sea shanties that go on for seventeen verses with the same boring drooping tune on every one?
 
But I like that idea. I've always enjoyed the songs I've had written about myself. Are their immortal ballads anything like sea shanties that go on for seventeen verses with the same boring drooping tune on every one?

Their melodies are incredible, inspiring wonder or terror in turn. You will listen raptly, hearing of the horrors of the villain in the song...only to discover that

Thou art the man.

That is, the woman. And you will leap up, overcome, and flee. But you will be so horror-struck that you will be unable to see clearly. You could fall into any number of things in that state. The mines of Moria are most likely.
 
But I like that idea. I've always enjoyed the songs I've had written about myself. Are their immortal ballads anything like sea shanties that go on for seventeen verses with the same boring drooping tune on every one?
BORING DROOPING TUNE? Where is thy soooooul? Er, ahem. That is all.

Their melodies are incredible, inspiring wonder or terror in turn. You will listen raptly, hearing of the horrors of the villain in the song...only to discover that

Thou art the man.

That is, the woman. And you will leap up, overcome, and flee. But you will be so horror-struck that you will be unable to see clearly. You could fall into any number of things in that state. The mines of Moria are most likely.

I fear your geography is not what it once will be. Just what state did you say you thought Moria was in? I suppose you think the Isle of Wight is an island too.
 
It requires evilness, and cookies. Many cookies. Also dandelion fluff mixed with darkness, but that last one will be excused if you offer the goblin king a finger to nibble. Any finger will do.
 
Dear finger,

I love you. Have I ever told you that? I love getting up in the morning and seeing you there, wiggling to greet me. I know there are nine others of you, or seven, depending on how I count; but you are very special to me.

You were there when I was born. You have been with me through all the important parts of my life. Now I hear you are leaving me. How can I bear this? Do you know how difficult it is for me to say, I will never see him again?

I hope you come back to me. I hope you will stay with me always. Would you consider it? Without you, my life would not be the same. And also, I use all of my fingers when I carry in groceries, so you are truly indispensable. Please come home, little finger.

Love,
Glen
 
Except that you separated us. We are now tumbling about in separate parts of GG's stomach, and my finger is in the Goblin King's. Evidently he was hungry.

Although my repeated tastings of my thumb as a young child (don't judge) suggest that I don't actually taste that good. At least I doubt that the GK will want a repeat. (If he is still hungry, I suggest giving him mod cookies. They will be good for what ails him--that is, with all the hallucinations they produce, he won't notice his ailments anymore.
 
The Goblin King is in GG's stomach. Everything is in GG's stomach.

The girl clearly has no sense of indigestion. Nor personal dignity.
 
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