Saucepan Man struggled to his feet. Then he yawned migtily and extended his arms. The result of this action was that pots and pans swung about wildly. Unfortunately, at least for some, the vector upon which Piosenniel happened to be racing for the door happened to intersect precisely with the arc taken by one of S. Man's larger pots.
The resulting CLANG was overshadowed only by the dramatic backflip and crash to the floor performed by Piosenniel. She did not wake for some time, and when she did, she was surrounded by friends, comrades and a large contingent of Orcs. The bag containing the laptop was firmly in the grasp of Angara...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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