"Thank you, Gimli" said The Phantom, as Gimli brought back yet another plate of Balrog wings. "Let's see how they taste".
"I've heard these are the best", said Gimli. "Apparantly, these wings actually came from Gothmog himself!"
Gimli, Trippo, Firondoiel, Arafangwen, and The Phantom all reached for the platter, but the wings were so hot that no one was able to pick one up, except The Phantom with the aid of his black leather gloves.
"No don't!!" cried Firondoiel as The Phantom moved the wing towards his lips.
"They haven't cooled off yet!" added Trippo as The Phantom took a bite.
His companions stared at him, waiting for some sort of reaction. His lips twitched twice and he blinked hard three times, and then he swallowed. As he opened his mouth to speak, a tongue of fire leapt out and lit the tablecloth on fire. Gimli swiftly smothered it.
"Wow, that was amazing!", said The Phantom, who was looking a bit more reddish in hue, but still smiling and able to speak intelligibly. "Does anybody want to try some of this?".
"No thanks" everyone replied in chorus.
"Me neither" returned The Phantom, pushing the platter in front of an empty chair and draining both his glass and Arafangwen's.
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