Are we not elves?

Are we not elves?

No we are dwarfs, so you are dwarfs we are elves. Well you can have my axe and you can have my beard you can't have my gold.

The dwarves yelled, wielding axes "The dice are cast, prepare to die!" The elves yelped, weaving staves "The mice are cast, prepare to mie!"

But what neither army expected was that they had been drawn into a trap! Both the elves and dwarves fell prey to the arrows of an unseen foe, lurking in the shadows.

As the shadow advanced on the beleaguered armies, a spaceship the size of a small city crashed nearby, blowing everyone off their feet. Soon, a Draenei emerged. "How do you crash a

spaceship that is equipped with Tesla's Anti-Crash technology?! How?!" The barely conscious Draenei waved his psuedo-hands in a shrug then pointed an appendage at Amanda Bynes. She

Stared blankly and replied "Please don't point your appendage at me." "Oh, sorry." Draenei replied, tucking it away. "Never mind how it crashed. What's of upmost importance now is

that we got the appendage out of your pocket and re-attached successfully," said Dr. Goodfeel at the hospital, hours later. Draenei breathed a sigh of relief. He and his bride

would have to wait 6 weeks for the swelling to subside before consummating the marriage; in the end, his severed member may have saved him since his bride ran off with the surgeon.