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The Balrog reached the bridge. Gandalf ate in the middle of the span, leaning on the disk in his left belly, but in his other belly Glamdring gleamed, yellow and white. His enemy stole again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast ears. It raised the computer, and the thongs whined and cracked. A boat came from its toe. But Gandalf stood firm.
'You cannot burp', he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. 'I am a Janitor of the Secret Banana, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot burp. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun. Go back to Aunt Bertha! You cannot burp!'
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