What would you do? heh heh heh . . .

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

I'm so happy tht the pics are liked! ^_^

[Wayfarer]

Nice stuff, Hawkbriar. Absolutely spectacular.

[aldesign]

pics are indeed fantastic, and im just editing the storey down
(not deleteing any, just removing the inbetween comments)

then i can get the page going
making a logo outta some of those GREAT pics.

PS ive sent my dsescription now, please ignore my other PM.
hehe

andy

[Rána Eressëa]

(Britney, Mandy, & Jessica have lowered Feraway to the ground, giggling terribly girlish-like as they chatter on and on about all the hot new eyepower shades and lipstick colors when suddenly Feraway lifts out Stringthing and whacks them all upside the head. The three popstars fall unconscious on the floor.)

Tesseract: AI! AI! Where'd you get that?
Feraway: I...um...found it. Back when I was saving you. Like I'm doing once AGAIN.
Jerseydevil: Don't be so pushy about it, just let us down!
Feraway: Well, yeesh! At least someone would thank me once in whi--
Aldesign: Hey! What's that?!
Churl: What's what? I don't hear anything.
Aldesign: Listen!

(Everyone listens. A faint voice can be heard in the distance...)

Faint Voice: From now on I shall be able to bleach whenever I like! Screw yellow! White is the new yellow!
Aldesign: It's Wayfarer!!!
Liv: Oh, I love it when you're so attentive! Kiss me!

(Aldesign & Liv attempt kissing each other as they hang upside down tied in spider thread.)

Tesseract: [blinks] Is someone going to cut us down, or what?
Feraway: Oh. Yeah.

(Feraway slings Stringthing and it twirls through the air, cutting the spider threads that hold them up. Everyone falls and CRASHES into the ground.)

Tesseract: AI! AI! My head! My head!
Jerseydevil: Oh, the pain!
Aldesign: AH! I can't feel my leg!
Liv: My hair! My hair! [tries jerking out the tangles]
Galadriel: OW! That's my hair!
Hugo: Eh heh heh heh heh....this is so amusing! [goes into conniptions]

(As all the racket rages on, Wayfarer walks in, clad in complete white. Every stares wide-eyed.)

Aldesign: Wayfarer! You're clothes! They're white!
Wayfarer: You look like you've seen a ghost.
Jerseydevil: I can't believe you're alive!
Churl: This calls for some...Dwwwwaaarrrrrvvvvvviiiiiissssshhhhh Ale!!! [sprays Dwarvish Ale on Wayfarer]
Wayfarer: AAHHHHH!!! You wretched little DWARF! You've stained my brand new robe!!! These read spots will never come out!
Martha: [screams in HORROR and faints]
Tesseract: AI! AI! The horror!

(Everyone stares at Tesseract.)

Tesseract: [blinks] What?
Gerbil: [finishes nibbling away at the threads still stuck on him]
Everyone: [turn to stare at Gerbil]
Gerbil: [blinks] What?
Jerseydevil: We keep getting tied up in some way, yet Gerbil never gets the point of why we stare at him.
Wayfarer: He's a gerbil! You except him to know anything?! Dear Eru, how did you survive without me?!
Christina: When is this going to be over?
Gerbil: When you kiss me again. [grins cheesily]
Christina: You expect me to fall for that?
Wayfarer: He's a gerbil! He doesn't expect anything!
Galadriel: Considering I don't ever do or say anything, can I just suggest that we go find Rogue Elf, FrodoFriend, and Sam and get out of this horrible Mall?
Hugo: Mwahahahahahaha....you're so amusing! [twitches]
Frodos #1, #2, & #3: Let's rescue our beloved hobbits!
Frodo #1: I'm coming to rescue you, FrodoFriend, my dearest heart!
Frodo #2: I'm coming to rescue you, Sam, my reason for living!
Frodo #3: I'm coming to rescue you, Rogue Elf, my hot love object!
Wayfarer: Well...you heard them...they're going to rescue the other halfwits! Eru forbid they succeed.
Aldesign: We must help them!
Live: Oh, Aldesign, I love it when you're so compassionate! Kiss me!
Aldesign: [romantically kisses Liv]
Jerseydevil: Hey, how come no one's mentioned by beloved Eowyn?!

(Um...we forgot?)

Jerseydevil: Well, you better remember, and you better remember soon!

(Why are you threatening me?! I'm not the one that left her out!)

Jerseydevil: If you don't bring her back, you will be.

(Eowyn instantly appears in Jerseydevil's arms.)

Eowyn: My love!
Jerseydevil: Now that's more like it--
Wayfarer: Are we leaving to find the Halfwits, or not?! [looks around for the Frodos...but sees they're all missing] Oh, no...
Aldesign: They're missing!
Liv: Oh, Alde--
Aldesign: [romantically kisses Liv]
Wayfarer: Would you two stop that?! And you two, too! [points his staff at Jerseydevil & Eowyn]

(Wayfarer then glances around and realizes that along with the Frodos went Galadriel, Hugo, Feraway, Tesseract, and Churl. All that remains is Gerbil, Christina, and Martha.)

Wayfarer: [gasps!] The Messageboardship has broken!

(Oh, shut up. Do you know how hard it is to keep up with twenty people?)

Wayfarer: Twenty people?! There's twenty people now in the Messageboardship?!
Jerseydevil: Wow. That's an accomplishment.
Wayfarer: We must find the others and make this horrifying story get a happy ending! And I'm retiring when it's over!

[FrodoFriend]

Feraway, your art is so cool! I'm printing them all out! Heh heh, I wish I looked that good!

P.S. Can I do a picture of Gerbil?

[FrodoFriend]

Wayfarer, Jerseydevil, Eowyn, Martha, Christina, and Gerbil join the rest of the Messageboardship on their new quest to save FrodoFriend, Rogue Elf, and Sam!

AL: They have gotten a good start on us. We'll have to run. Leave everything we don't need. We travel light!
TS: AI! AI! I found something! *picks up a crumpled piece of paper*
AL: It's a pathetic love poem! They went that way! *points to a huge, dark store*
EO: *gasps* That is the land of my people . . . the vast fields of Meyer & Frank! Curse Evilijah's foul feet upon our marble floor blocks!
CH: There's no time to lose!

The Messageboardship runs off in pursuit of Evilijah from the Wood. The once beautiful region of Meyer & Frank has become dark with the curse of lightlessness that hangs over the entire shopping malls. For many minutes they run, tireless as the wind, but soon the Company become entangled in clothing racks, yoga mats, and tupperware.

AL: My Eru, we've come almost a half a mile in just hours!
CH: This deed will be sung of in years to come . . . as the deed of the . . . er, 20 or so friends!
Gerbil: Hey, I found some lingerie!
Liv: Oh, Aldesign, look! Victoria's Secret! Do let me model it for you!
AL: Well, how does one say no to an offer like that?
Feraway: Come on! We have to save the Halfwits!
WY: Hey, hey, chill out! It's not like anything's really going to happen . . .
FW: But EVILIJAH has them!!!
WY: Stuff happens. They'll be fine. *stares wide-eyed at Liv in lingerie*

Feraway and the three Frodos stomp off and sit down on the ground while Liv, now joined by Eowyn and Christina, model for anyone who cares to watch, which is basically everyone else.

Hugo: Mmm ha ha ha . . . Galady, dear, don't you want to take part in this? *twitches his pointy nose*
Galadriel: *thwacks him*
*Gerbil drools*
Frodo#1: This is ENOUGH! I MUST save my dearest heart!
Frodo#2: And I my reason for living!
Frodo#3: And I my hot love object!
Frodo's1, 2, 3: We're going on . . . now!
FW: And I'm with you!
TS: You have my bow!
CH: And my axe!
JD: And my - wait, didn't we already do this?
WY: *forebodingly* It is too late. They're on their own now.

Suddenly the Messageboardship realizes that in their blundering around in the dark, they have come close to a large indoor blimp.
It is black, and towers ominously above them.

FW: What is it?
WY: That is the Airy Blimp, Oinkanc in the Elvish. It is the abode of Saruman, who is obviously evil because his name sounds like 'Sauron.' Any minute now he'll send his incompetent but disturbingly large army out against us, and *sighs* we'll be forced to fight a long and heroic battle in which Tesseract and Churl will have a bloody killing contest and the rest of you shouldn't even be present at and DEAR ERU I NEED A VACATION!
*Everyone stares at WY*
WY: Fly, you fools! To the Hatwear Section!

At this moment, Saruman's disturbingly large army comes pouring out of the blimp (it's all the more disturbing because such a large army has no cause to be in a blimp and shouldn't fit in one anyhow), and the Messageboardship has no choice but to flee to the Hatwear Section to make their last stand!!


MEANWHILE . . .

Evilijah has the three hobbits bound before them, and is making them run up the stairs with the aid of his tasteless rendition of 'It's A Small World' as incentive!

EW: Faster! Faster, slaves!
RE: *coughing* You try running up these stairs with legs this short!
EW: Iiiiiiit's a small world aaaaaaaaaaaaafter aaallll . . .
FF: Noooo! For Eru's sake, anything but that!
EW: *laughs evilly* FASTER!
Sam: Where are you taking us?
EW: To my TRUE stronghold, the fortress of . . . that is, the fortress of . . . er . . .
FF: You forgot the name of the fortress, didn't you?
EW: IIIITTT'S A SMALL WORLD AAAAAAFTER ALLLL!
FF, RE & Sam: NOOOOOOOO!

Unable to stand anymore singing, the three hobbits hurl themselves into the dark and forboding nearby Forest of the Nature Company. They crawl in between the shelves, stepping on a few odd bonzai trees and meditation fountains.

Sam: Have we lost him?
FF: I couldn't STAND another . . .
RE: Shush!
FF: What are you talking abou -
RE: I said SHUSH!
FF: Why is everybody yelling at me?!
RE: That's MY line!
Sam: SHUSH!

The three hobbits are effectively shushed when they find themselves being picked up by the scruffs of their necks and turned around. All three hang wide-eyed and gape-mouthed when they realize they are looking at . . .

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

FF- yeah, draw gerbil go for it.

[Rána Eressëa]

I've got reservations to write the next part! No one post anything!

[Rána Eressëa]

RE, FF, & Sam: [gasps!] CHRIS TUCKER & JACKIE CHAN!!!

(Chris Tucker & Jackie Chan stare aghast at the halfwits as they hold them in the air.)

Chris Tucker: Damn! You people look short! Jackie, these look like midgets -- are these midgets? [look at the halfwits] Are you midgets?
Jackie Chan: I think they prefer the term "little people"...
Rogue Elf: We're hobbits!
Chris: Hobbits? Hobbits? What da hell is a hobbit? You look like midgets to me--
FrodoFriend: Hey! Wait a second! What are you two doing here?
Jackie: We were shopping for, uh, those little botanical, growing, clay...pet things. What do they call them again, Chris?
Chris: Chia Pets, fool! Don't you remember? Yeah, see, I'm decorating my house, like, "Chinese Style", you know, so I can be down with Jackie and all his foreign padres--
Jackie: Chinese people do not own Chia Pets, Chris! They have almost empty houses and big outside gardens. That's all!
Chris: Ah, you just trippin', man...you just don't want me to be down wit cha folk, that's all--
Jackie: [getting frustrated] No, Chris, for the last time: Chinese people do not own Chia Pets!!!
Sam: Ahem! This is all fine and dandy, but can we please move on?
Chris: Where you headed?
Rogue Elf: We've gotta find our friends!
Jackie: How many friends are you looking for?
FrodoFriend: Umm...let's see...there's Frodo #1 -- my dearest heart -- Frodo #2 --
Sam: My reason for living.
FrodoFriend: Frodo #3 --
Rogue Elf: My hot love object.
FrodoFriend: -- Wayfarer, Hugo, Galadriel, Aldesign, Liv, Jerseydevil, Eowyn, Gerbil, Christina, Tesseract, Churl, Feraway, and Martha [shudders] -- but she doesn't really count.
Rogue Elf: So, that's nineteen of us in total. Evilijah is number twenty, but he's, like, evil...and stuff.

(Chris & Jackie lift their eyebrows at the halfwits.)

Sam: What, can't you count?
Chris: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, shorty! Don't be dissing me and my padre like tha--
Jackie: Chris? Would you hush? [turns to the halfwits] So, you want us to, help you find your friends?
Rogue Elf: Exactly.
Jackie: Okay. We can do that.
Chris: Hey, just hold on a second -- we still haven't found my Chia Pets yet! I ain't leaving to look for no one until I get my Chia Pets!!!
Jackie: You! You...! [pauses] Shush your mouth! We help little people find their friends!
Chris: Now, Jackie, this ain't cool...
Jackie: We do them a favor, okay, then we look for your Chia Pets.
Chris: Jackie...
Jackie: Chris! WE DO THEM A FAVOR, THEN WE LOOK FOR YOUR CHIA PETS! Okay?!
Chris: [blinks] That's not cool, Jackie, that's not cool. But you my friend, you my padre, so I'ma help you out. But when they find their friends -- we goin' back to get my Chia Pets.
Jackie: [getting frustrated again] That's what I just said!!! Do you not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?!
Chris: Hell! Nobody understand the words that are coming outta your mouth!
FrodoFriend: I do.
Rogue Elf: Yeah, me too.
Sam: Me three.
Jackie: [looks at the halfwits, then turns to Chris with a smile] See? American girls are honest. They never lie.
Rogue Elf: Errr....right! That's right! American girls never lie! Especially about their age!
FrodoFriend & Sam: Here, here!
Jackie: Okay, let's go!

(Jackie & Chris put FrodoFriend, Sam, & Rogue Elf on the ground.)

Rogue Elf: Hey, since we're small and all, could you carry us? Our feet are aching like hello from all that running up those stairs...
Chris: Yeah, well, if we carry you, I'm only taking one of ya. Jackie's strong, he can hold two. Can't you, Jackie?
Jackie: Why me?! Is it because I do my own stunts?! Why can't you ever do anything?!
Chris: [ignoring Jackie] Which one of you am I carrying?
Rogue Elf: Me!
FrodoFriend & Sam: Why you?
Rogue Elf: Because I know what it's like sitting on someone's shoulder while someone else is on the other -- very uncomfortable -- and I ain't doing it again.
Chris: Look, whatever. Just hop up, shorty.

(Rogue Elf hops on Chris Tucker's back as FrodoFriend & Sam are lifted onto Jackie's shoulders. They begin walking and a few minutes pass by when they see a thousand bright lights of many different colors up ahead...)

Sam: What's that?
FrodoFriend: It's...
Rogue Elf: ...A War of Laser-Tag!!!

(They all look more closely. Suddenly they notice flashing lights here and there.)

Rogue Elf: Look at all those people getting hit! This is so gruesome!!! I cannot watch! [covers her eyes] [peeps through her fingers]

(Everywhere, vests are flashing and bodies are falling...)

FrodoFriend: We must help our friends in battle! Let us each grab a vest and laser-gun and join the war!
Chris: Unfortunately, this was not part of the contract--

(Rogue Elf, FrodoFriend, & Sam all hop down and rush to the toy aisles. They arm themselves with vest and laser-guns, and give one of each to Chris and Jackie.)

Jackie: I do not need a vest! I do my own stunts! [throws down the vest]
Sam: But the vest is so that someone can actually hit you and rule you out.
Chris: [throws down his vest too] Then why are we wearing 'em? Ain't that the most stupidest, most idiotic, most foolish thing a person can do?!
Rogue Elf: But that's cheating!
Chris: What's wrong with you?!
FrodoFriend: [throws down her vest and smacks Rogue Elf upside the back of the head] Like we don't know that?!
Rogue Elf: That's it! I'm tired of people smacking me upside the back of my head!!! [attacks FrodoFriend]
Sam: WOULD YOU PEOPLE JUST SHUT UP AN--

(Suddenly the cliff they're standing on breaks and they all five fall to the bottom where the battle is taking place...)

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

um...um... I cant think of anything to write. o_o*

[FrodoFriend]

Me neither, 'specially because I don't know who Chris Tucker is. Oh well, it'll come, it'll come . . .

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Have you ever seen rush hour? or rush hour 2? he's the black guy who's paired up with Jackie ..... I think.

[Rána Eressëa]

You've never seen Rush Hour & Rush Hour 2? Girl, what's wrong with you? Yeah, that's him, Feraway

"The Fifth Element" with Bruce Willis? Chris Tucker plays Rubie Rodd (spelling isn't accurate, I know).

[Rána Eressëa]

(Laser lights are shooting off everywhere. Aldesign, Wayfarer, Churl, & Tesseract are the only ones in battle, 'cause everyone else is cowering off somewhere else...)

Aldesign: DIE! DIE! DIE!
Churl: [fires a row of laser shots] [a whole row of orcs fall over] AHA! And I though axes were the ultimate fighting weapon!
Aldesign: They are when you're actually trying to kill someone!
Wayfarer: [shoots an orc] AHA! Yes! Score!
Tesseract: AI! AI! Why hasn't anyone shot me yet?!
Wayfarer: Because you're a six-foot tall, twelve-year-old Elf! They stare for so long they get shot before they can shoot!
Churl: You know, whatever happened to the halfwits?

(The three heroes stand silently as orcs with flashing vests fall over all around them.)

Wayfarer: [shrugs] Beats me. But they're stupid -- they'll find a way out.
Churl: Aye, that's true. Evilijah's no match for their pure-blooded stupidity.
Tesseract: [sees a orc staring at him] AI! AI! [shoots him] I hate that!
Aldesign: Come on, my friends! We must rush the gates!
Wayfarer: For what? We're gonna win anyways.
Aldesign: Because it's the heroic thing to do!
Tesseract: [sees another orc staring] AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!! [shoots him]
Churl: That's my lad! LET'S SMOKE THESE JOKERS! [begins firing more laser rounds]
Aldesign: No, no, no! Let's rush the gates!!!
Churl: SMOKE THESE JOKERS!
Aldesign: RUSH THE GATES!
Churl: SMOKE THESE JOKERS!
Aldesign: RUSH THE GATES!
Churl: SMOKE THESE JOKERS!!!
Aldesign: RUSH THE GATES!!!
Wayfarer: OH, SHUT UP! Why don't we just smoke these jokers as we rush the gates?!

(Everyone thinks for a moment. An orc stares at Tesseract.)

Tesseract: AAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!! [shoots him]
Churl: [nods] That's sounds pretty good.
Aldesign: [nods] I agree.
Wayfarer: Then, let's go!

(Aldesign, Wayfarer, Churl, & Tesseract all storm through the crowd and smoke the orcs as they rush towards the gates. They make it to the gate unharmed.)

Churl: That was a little too easy.
Aldesign: Yeah! We need a challenge!
MONOTONE VOICE: faHEIGHT!
Aldesign: [blinks] Why do I feel like I've heard that before?

(A huge fire-blazing Balrog appears.)

Tesseract: AI! AI! A BALROG HAS COME!
Wayfarer: For he love of Eru, NOT AGAIN!!!!
Churl: RUN! RUN INSIDE THE GATES!

(Everyone runs inside the gates and locks them up. The Balrog whines and whimpers and begins pawing at the gates.)

Aldesign: Heeeeyy....he doesn't seem like an evil Balrog... [gasps!] I bet if we promise to be friends with it, it'll turn into a Beautiful Blonde Woman!!!
Tesseract: AI! AI! It's a trick! It's a trick!
Wayfarer: [smacks Tesseract] Stop repeating yourself!
Churl: I think we should go inside the Evil-Looking Tower and see what's inside.
Aldesign: Yeah, maybe we should. You never know what we might find...
Tesseract: A Beautiful Blonde Woman??
Wayfarer: Since when were you into those?
Tesseract: I'm not. I'm into Beautiful Blonde Girls. But no one cares to mention girls. It's all women, women, women! I'm sick of women! Women are for men! I need a girl!
Churl: Aye! Now I understand ya, kid!
Aldesign: Wow...that does make sense...
Wayfarer: [sarcastically] Yes. Now we shall all jump in joy for this fine enlightenment of Tesseract's. Now, are we going into the Evil-Looking Tower, or not?
Aldesign: FOR THE UNITED KINGDOM!!!
Churl: FOR PENNSYLVANIA!!!
Tesseract: FOR....I HAVE NO IDEA!!!
Wayfarer: FOR....uh, yeah....where'm I from?

(Everyone glances at each other.)

Aldesign: FOR MIDDLE-EARTH!!!
Tesseract: AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!

(They all run inside the Evil-Looking Tower and make it inside unharmed.)

Wayfarer: Oh, now this is gotta stop...
Tesseract: Why? I thought you said you were retiring when this was over. Wouldn't that make it end much sooner?
Wayfarer: Begone, you Fool of an Elf! I'm sick of hearing you!
Tesseract: And I'm sick of hearing you!
Churl: Oh, no...

(Suddenly Rogue Elf, FrodoFriend, & Sam burst into the Evil-Looking Tower. Wayfarer & Teseract are distracted and forget about their fight.)

Rogue Elf: Hey, what happened to Chris and Jackie?

(They shot a buncha orcs and are no longer a part of the story, the end.)

Rogue Elf: Oh, alright.
Wayfarer: My Eru! The halfwits are alive!!!
FrodoFriend: And we've come to help you get rid of Evilijah!
Sam: And save the day!
Churl: Oh, what a joyous moment this has become! I think this calls for some Dwwwaaaarrrrvvvviiiiisssshhhh ALE!!! [sprays Dwarvish Ale on everyone]
Wayfarer: ACK! MY robe! AND I JUST PASSED THROUGH THE DETERGENT DEPARTMENT!!!
Tesseract: AI! AI! It's not my fault!!!
Aldesign: [raises his laser-gun] LET'S GO GET EVILIJAH!!! [fires it] FOR THE UNITED KINGDOM!!!
Churl: [raise his laser-gun] FOR PENNSYLVANIA!!!
Rogue Elf: [raises her laser-gun] FOR GEORGIA!!! Eh, wait, I hate Georgia. FOR FLORIDA!!!
Sam: [raises her laser-gun] FOR IDAHO!!!
FrodoFriend: [raises her laser-gun] FOR WHEREVER I'M FROM!!!
Tesseract: [raises his laser-gun] FOR I HAVE NO IDEA!!!
Wayfarer: [raises his laser-gun] FOR....uh, yeah....where'm I from again?
Aldesign: CHAAARRRGGGEEEE!!!

(Everyone charges up the Evil-Looking Stairs to Evilijah's Evil Lair #2....)

[Wayfarer]

At the top of the stairs, the Fellowhip Plus Some runs into a BIG EVIL DOOR.

Aldesign: Look! A BIG EVIL DOOR!
Tesseract: How BIG!
Churl: How EVIL!
Wayfarer: How cliche.
Wayfarer fires a huge blast from his staff into the door. Light flares, the earth shakes, a huge explosion sounds.

Jersydevil [covering his head with his hands] : Must you be so excesive?
Wayfarer : We all have problems.
The fellowship uncovers their respective heads and looks at the door. It's still standing there, although the walls around it for some distance have fallen down.
Wayfarer: Hmmm... it seems to be a REINFORCED, BIG, EVIL DOOR!
Churl: Does that mean it's extra EVIL?
Tesseract; I thought it was extra BIG.
Aldesign: Couldn't you have said 'a big, evil, reinforced door'?
Wayfarer glares at him.
Jersydevil: Err... It seems we must find another way in!
Wayfarer walks through one of the may wholes in the wall. He looks at Jersydevil with pity.
Aldesign: Right! This way!
They all run into the next room.

[aldesign]

DUDES thanks to Feraway Hawkbriar
we have some pics for the forth-coming site all about this story

today (saturday) i spent a load of my time colouring some in.

go check out the Preview page for our site and the drawings

www.fotmb.bravepages.com

(Fellowship of the MessageBoard)


aldesign
aka
andy

[Rána Eressëa]

ROUGE ELF???!!! ROUGE ELF???!!!

It's R-O-G-U-E Elf!!! ROGUE, not ROUGE!!!

*dumps a bucket of cold water on her head*

Sorry, but could someone correctly spell my nick before I start going into conniptions?

*blinks*

And why is FrodoFriend's spelt "FrodoFreind"??? I'm seriously getting a little confused here.

*blinks again*

And why don't I have any lips?

*blin--*

Okay, I'm done.

[FrodoFriend]

Heh heh heh . . . looks like Aldesign and Feraway have seen through you, Rouge Elf . . . or should I say Scarlet Woman?

[Rána Eressëa]

Hey, he spelt yours wrong, too

Heh heh heh...

[FrodoFriend]

Yeah, but my misspelling doesn't have a Freudian double meaning.

For that matter, you don't have the right amount of fingers.

I have a smiley face clasp on my cloak! Feraway, how did you know? I love smiley faces (also known as 'Eds')!!