Be careful what you wish for...

[Valesse]

Originally Posted by Babidi Buu

I wish i met Gothmog.

(Uh oh, I brought him up again. Yep, the Orc again..)

"Uh oh", the last things Gothmog utters after as the rest of his face melts onto your shoulder. You find yourself trapped amidst the fleshy globs of the well-fed orc's visage. Flailing as you no doubt are, he is constantly distracted. While this doesn't serve as too much of a hinderance at first it ultimately becomes his undoing when the two of you are crushed by giant stones flung from Minas Tirith into Pelennor fields. Sad day.

I wish belly button rings were all the rage in Edoras.