The SEVEN Word Game!!!!!

[Vattnisse]

spleen stew, a dish greatly beloved by

[Heathansson]

Bilbo, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin, but Samwise

[zylphryx]

was, alas, allergic. As an alternative, he

[MythrilDragon]

supped on the giazzards of gnomes wraped

[Celestial Healer]

in grape leaves and stuffed with the

[MythrilDragon]

entrails of gargantuan pixies spiced with the

[drunken_nomad]

Tarrasque's Blend. Served at "elevensies", the halflings

[MythrilDragon]

ate the feast saying, "Yummy,we love

[zylphryx]

Tarrasque's Blend!"; just another case of product

[Tnemeh]

placement in fantasy/reality TV. Outrageous? These days

[MythrilDragon]

economaners predict increasing television adds will cause

[zylphryx]

the Tarrasque to become more unique ... hrm?

[MythrilDragon]

Saddly, the Tarrasque needs a lesson in

[Tnemeh]

etiquette; the last time it feasted upon

[zylphryx]

seal blubber and cod tongues, it forgot

[MythrilDragon]

its wallet and tried paying with seven

[Aberzombie]

vital organs from its own regenerating body.

[MythrilDragon]

The waiter smited it using a +7

[Celestial Healer]

Mixing Spoon of Scolding that he found

[MythrilDragon]

seven hours earlier in scalding vat of

[zylphryx]

chocolate pudding. The pudding, disappointed at losing

[Tnemeh]

its chocolateyness(?), attempted to eat a full

[MythrilDragon]

swarm of heafty earthlings who were traped

[Celestial Healer]

in their own juices. This was too

[zylphryx]

much for a single pudding to resist,

[Vattnisse]

and it hungrily advanced on the hapless

[MythrilDragon]

people. Suddenly the temprature droped forming crystaline

[zylphryx]

structures within the pudding. "Argh!", it thought

[Tnemeh]

"Cold! My weakness! I shan't die without

[MythrilDragon]

Sending a love letter to the wife

[Celestial Healer]

so that I can finally apologize for

[Kiioro]

cheating on her with a vanilla, tapioca

[zylphryx]

and that other crazy butterscotch." With a

[MythrilDragon]

hat full of sprinkles, love and hate

[Kiioro]

the pudding crept towards the nearest post

[drunken_nomad]

office and borrowed a pen to write

[zylphryx]

its wife. Unfortunately, the pen and paper

[Kiioro]

were in charge of her last love:

[MythrilDragon]

In charge meaning they didnt leave ink

[Celestial Healer]

for him to write with. Instead, he

[MythrilDragon]

crushed the berries of a thorn infested

[drunken_nomad]

blackberry crumble, left cooling on the desk.

[MythrilDragon]

An ancient desk carved from a single

[zylphryx]

toothpick, a feat truly remarkable in that

[Vattnisse]

the pixie craftsmen who made it were

[taig]

inebriated that day. The wine they made

[drunken_nomad]

was concocted from 151 proof dragon sweat

[zylphryx]

aged 200 years in pine barrels, imbuing

[Celestial Healer]

it with the peculiar scent of rotting

[MythrilDragon]

hobbit corpses collected in a vat of