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"Go back to the Shadow!"
"You cannot pass," you say. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell.
"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Ud'n. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass."
The TV producer, who may or may not be Robin Williams, replies, "Uh. Okay. See you later, then."
The Limo drives off, leaving you alone with the orcs.
GAME OVER