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Picking the last rat meat from his teeth gothmog looked ahead and smiled they may not be in the lead but he was full and therefore in good spirits, "Montague," I think when we finish I'll spruce this baby up get one of those nucleur engines minas taxi has give the slaves a rest. Suddenly the tower stopped dead and Gothmogs mood quickly changed. "Why have we stopped?"
"Porcupines have flattened our tires." Montague answered, "And by the way we don't have engines?"
"No We're being pushed by thousands of slaves....." Gothmog was suddenly hit by an idea
"What is it sir."
"What if we rope a few hundred into thread a slave chain, a chain gange. We chan wrap them around the axels and voila we go."
"Voila sir?"
"Shut up." Gothmog embarressed by his less than orc-like use of the word but then again he wasn't quite an orc was he.
"Well anyway sir we don't have time for that kind of thing."
"What about the pool?"
"Sir I highly doubt this is the time for a swim." Montague was beginning to think something was missing upstairs for gothmog and it wasn't just the giant eye that was now somwhere in the forest.
"No you see We use our inner tubes as makeshift wheels."
"That's stupid they'll just pop."
"Fine What about a catapult We fling ourselves past the others!"
"But when we land we'll still need tires. Don't we have a spare?"
"Of course," Gothmog exclaimed." We still need three tires though..."
At that moment Orc #9346956856625363286864264562436c came throught the door. "Actually sir they took the spare."
"Who?" Gothmog enquired
"The Porcupinies," Random Orc #9346956856625363286864264562436c
Gothmog got extremely angry at that moment, "I say we go with my orginal plan rope the slaves together and make new thread, you there," The Orc was heading quickly for the door, "Halt! You have just volunteered to do the job you have three hours. Now go!"