Me: Throws down rope ladder. "Will this help?"
You: "Uh, you were supposed to tie down the other end. What good is it going to do me all down in this hole?"
Me: "Well, you could make a skirt out of it. Here are some shears and crochet hooks." Tosses down shears and crochet hooks, which by the way, I always have available for situations like this.
You: "Ow! Seriously, who throws crochet hooks? But I caught the shears. Didn't think I would, did yah?"
Me: "Sorry, it is dark down there, I can't see anything."
You: "Then how do you know it is me in this hole."
Me: "Somebody told me you were down there."
You" "Who was that?"
Me: "He wouldn't tell me his name. And I was afraid to ask. He was hooded and masked and smelled like sulfur. It was just somebody."
You: "Well, tie a rope to a tree and toss the end down here, and help me up."
Me: "OK. But could you bring back the shears? They were a birthday present from the Elf Queen."
You: "Ooo, they must be magic."
Me: "No, she got them at Walmart. They have one now just outside Caras Galadhon. Just off inter-realm 35. They also have a Cracker Barrel."
You: "Cracker Barrel? I love that place!"
Me: "Yes, I hear they have lembas now, which you can get instead of biscuits or corn bread."
You: "Cool. Now stop talking about food and help me out of here."
Me: "Yes, my liege. One rope, coming down. I got this at Walmart, too." Ties rope to a tree and tosses the end down. You climb up as I tug.
You, panting: "Thanks my friend. Now lets go get some pancakes."
Me: "Now you're talking!" We both go get pancakes.
