Second part, hope you like it! :clink    One ba one, da free crackas o' West-Eart fell to da powaa of da Bling-Bling. But dere was some bigot racist mutafvcka-crackas who resisted. A last evil-cracka alliance of white-cracka men an' mutafvcka-elves rallied agains da armies o' ISmordoRAEL, and on da mutafvcka slopes of Mount GAdoomZA, dey fought for da freedom of West-Eart. Victory were near, but da powaa of da Bling-Bling ain't be un-maked. It were in dis moment, when ain't no hope fo' da white-crackas, dat evil-cracka-Isildur, son of da evil-cracka-king, took up his mutafvcka-father's sword. And Jewron, enemy of the bigot racist mutafvcka-crackas of West-Eart, were defeated... Damn!!... Da Bling-Bling passed to evil-cracka-Isildur, who had dis one chance to destroy jewvil forever, but da pockets of white-cracka-men is easily jewrrupted. And da Bling-Bling of powaa hav a will of its own. It betrayed evil-cracka-Isildur, to his deat. (Ha Ha!! Hav dat cracka!!) And some sh¡t dat ain'ta been forgotten was lost. History was distorted by jewmedia. Den it became Holohoax. And fo' tooo an'a half thousan years, no nigga knew about da Bling-Bling. Until, when dere were a o-por-tu-ni-ty, da Bling-Bling catched a nigga-brother. Da Bling-Bling came to da bro Niggollum, who took it deep into da tunnels under da Misty Mountains (A.K.A. his A$$), and dere he consumed crack. Da Bling-Bling gave to Niggollum lota cash to buy crack. Fo five hundred years it poisoned his mind and kept him high ; and in de gloom of Niggollum's hood, it waited. Darkness crept back into da media of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of CNN's fear, and da Bling-Bling of Powaa perceived. Its mutafvcka time had now come. It abandoned Niggollum. But den something happened dat da Bling-Bling did not intend. It was picked up (A.K.A. stolen) by da most aint-like-ly mutafvcka im-agin-able. A Jobbito, Beanilbo ScumBagginos, of da Mexshire. For da time will soon come when Jobbitos will rape da fortunes of all... :rofl   By the way: Any similarity with reality is mere coincidence :rolleyes:     Just for reference: :D   One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared another bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all...