Suddenly Cimmerian and his infamous RPG (Roleplay Press Gangers) troop burst into the room, snatch up some random dancing hobbits, and start dragging them to the door.
"It's off to the RPG Wars with ye, me laddies!" bellows Cimmerian, and he laughs evilly.
"No! We don't wanna goooo!" wail the hapless halflings.
"Nonsense!" states Cimmerian, "RPG's are good for ye. We'll whip you all into a fighting force of Elven Shield Maidens before ye know it."
The troops march out the door, singing "I Love a Hobbit in a Uniform" as they go.
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