It began with the baking of the great pies. Apple, for the elven love of trees. Pecan for the dwarves, great lovers of starch and sugar. And strawberry-rhubarb for Men, who above all else desire unique flavor combinations. But they were all of them deceived for another pie was made. Deep in the land of Mordor, in the ovens of Mt. Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron baked one last pie. And into this he poured his malice, his hatred, a little bit of rum to add a slightly fuller flavor, and lots of raisins.
The hour is late. Smoke rises from the kitchens of doom, and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard, seeking coffee and maybe a pastry.
*later*
I offered you almond croissants. Instead you chose the way of PAIN! Au chocolat!
"If anyone were to ask my opinion, which I'll note they're not, I would say they were going the long way around. Gandalf! Let us go to the Diner of Doria. My cousin Balin runs the joint and can get us a good discount."
"Master Gandalf, the last time I went to a dwarf greasy spoon I was consti..."
"No, Gimli, we shall not go to the Diner. It got a terrible review."
"In place of a pie, you shall have a baklava! Not dense, but light and flaky, with just the right mix of walnuts and honey! ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR! But no; I shall close at 8, same as usual on weekdays, and go into the west, and be no more Galadriel."
aaand this is basically where I run out of jokes, despite my best attempts to make some sort of joke about our heroes meeting the Riders of Punsch Rolls. Possibly because I haven't watched The Two Towers several dozen times.
Tangentially; should I rewatch The Two Towers later?
@Leucrotta ah, faithful to the original casting I see
@mxsparks his entire dialogue consists of saying the name "Mister Anderson" over and over again, he's very expressive.
@Leucrotta my _name_ … [grits teeth] … is _Aragorn!_
"You have only one choice, Mr. Anderson. The Pie must be destroyed."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
*Gimli advances, fork and knife in hands*
"The Pie cannot be eaten, Gimli son of Gloin. It has been stale and harder than adamantium for centuries. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery oven from whence it came.