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*Halfway out the door, and restrained by seven security guards, Alcarillos shouts out:*
Hear that! They said yes! Mwahahaha! I, Alc- oops, I mean Steve, shall be famous!
Security guard #1: I don't think so, pal. You're a little too crazy for this contest.
Security guard #2: Yeah. We can't let a guy who used a broom to fight his way in here participate. You're too unpredictable.
Alcarillo: But that's what audiences want, right? Unpredictable characters to keep them on the edges of their seats!
Security guard #1: But we don't want somebody who'll snap when he's voted off and will pose as a danger to others. You're . . . crazy.
Security guard #2: Middle-Earth Idol is a high-pressure singing contest. We're not sure what somebody like yourself might do under such stress.
Alcarillo: No! No! But they said yes! But, but, no!
*Alcarillo is dragged out by the security guards, and that was the last the judges ever saw of Alcarillo (or was it?)*
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