*runs through Tirion naked and screaming about flesh-eating butterflies, clutching the Nacho*

*rattles at the cupboard door desperately*

Hey! Who locked me in the peanut butter jar?

*prowls*

*strides through the city, glaring at everything*

*pointedly avoids the pub where Lomion and Caranthire are doing filthy, filthy things to each other*

*is utterly miserable*

*finally manages to throw himself off a cliff*

*lands in an uncanonical minefield and explodes into lumps of grotesque Nazi!fat*

Thank Eru for that...

I meant thank ME. Thank ME!!!!

*passes out*

*re-embodies himself after being killed yet again*

*looks down*

WHAT THE FUCK?

I didn't look nearly so much like a fat pigeonfucking Nazi last time I looked. And I now have a really small dick. >:|

Which fucker did this to be? Come on, own up, or I'll blow your fucking brains out.

*tries to change back*

*fails*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*wanders through Tiron, seriously drunk*

*clutches an unopened Magnum of champagne in one hand*

Lomion?

*wanders round making buildings collapse with a single stare*

*'cos, you know, it's the festive season*

*loathes Manwemas*

*except the toys which break within five minutes of being unwrapped*

*and the family feuds*

*and the turkey catching fire*

*And the Teleri relatives who won't eat anything on the table and demand a little lightly poached haddock*

*wanders evilly*