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Sauron: Wait a minute, this isn't Minas Tirith.
Wraith: I told you we should've stopped and asked for directions!
Sauron: What are you talking about? I am THE LORD SAURON! I do not need directions!
Wraith: Well then, Almighty Lord Sauron. Can you tell us where we are?
Sauron: Uhhhh.......Rohan. Yep, it's definitely Rohan. No one else would have such lousy carpet.
Wraith: Yeah....Rohan.....right..... *snorts*
Sauron: *gives the Wraith a big smack in the head*
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Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
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