The Balrog could only find a house that was dilapidated and infested with dwarves. When he worked hard to clear them out it got infested with goblins. Then he got murdered in his own house by a literal weed smoking angel. I cry every time.
(In heavenly elvish voices)
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was lookin’ at her She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
No one ever planned for the mecha sea slugs, and the war shall not end in our lifetime.
Now I’m picturing the Nazgûl doing the song and dance routine. Gollum clacking his shackles together in one scene.
Can we see it?
Instead of a clove you should have a BULB! Not flavorless but the bane of vampires and food critics. All shall love it and despair.