Board Thread:General Mod Discussion/@comment-34241117-20180513030219/@comment-35456756-20180526022444

"Gandalf the magic genie, folks, the magic genie! Step right up, step right up, ask him anything you like! You, you elven kid, step up and ask away!"

"Pardon me, sir, will elves ever get explosives?"

The figure in grey moves slowly inside his glass box. He points to the young elf. The room around him darkens, and the grey figure looks wesry with age. Weary but nonetheless furious. "Servent of Sauron!", he yells. "Away with you, evildoer!", and attempts to cast a spell on the poor young boy. A crowd draws near the spectacle, and wonder at the commotion before them, while the genie wrestles the stick he carries to produce a hex. Upon seeing the uselessness of it, he then hurls the stick at the elf, breaking the glass box to do so. The blow lands, and the kid os knocked unconcious, the final words he hears being "Serves him right! Hmmph!", before waking up in a lothlórian hospital.