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I am so Skerwoed! Thanks alot, Michael!

Tach

We were 20 steps from the exit when the giant flaming Balrogs first appeared over our heads. These weren't your normal giant flaming Balrogs but some sort of interdimensional Maia that would sit and spin in mid air before dissolving before your very eyes and sneaking up behind you. Gandalf had the pipe and I had the ring which, so far, I had been able to resist trading to the local drug lords for another package of white. Gandalf was shouting random Macrohydration spells while simultaneously trying to not trip over his robes and fall face first into the local pools of goo. Legolas took another drink from his flask and, once again, began explaining how elves were different than humans and much, much mellower.
- Excerpt from Lord of the Rings; if written by Hunter S. Thompson