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Upon being asked to demonstrate his power, Arvel Straunge-Trull, in his disguise as the Wizard Faldnag, reddens visibly. He begins to stammer and hesitate, protesting (for reasons completely unrelated to limitations of the QM's cinematic knowledge or film preferences)
- Ah, er, well you see, um I do not have my... magic walking staff with me, you would not part an old man from his walking stick? But they confiscated it in the Dark Hold of Mordo... er, Mordor? And also I have sprained my hands, ow, ouch, um yes it really hurts. So you see, I am actually really powerful, I can do things like summon a butterfly that was definitely not already there, and make a bright light, so long as I am standing on a hill with the sun behind me. Oh wait, also I can make a chariot crash! And I can control time!
Willowjade the Fan Girl becomes increasingly suspicious. She snaps shut her fan (which you see appears to be curiously edged with iron) and pokes at him threateningly:
- You are not a wizard! You do not even have a beard! Everyone knows wizards always have beards. I think you are some sort of perverted scoundrel, and the rest of your accomplices are trying to slither into our pleasure chambers to leer at our beautiful dancers who are not courtesans when they are getting dressed and changing clothes!
To which Arvel Straunge-Trull stammers and repeats:
- Ah, er, well you see, um I do not have my... magic walking staff with me, you would not part an old man from his walking stick? But they confiscated it in the Dark Hold of Mordo... er, Mordor? And also I have sprained my hands, ow, ouch, um yes it really hurts...
Fortunately, you are freed from being imprisoned within this terrible temporal tautology. The Sagacious Brother Spade, the Monk, interrupts and says:
-The solution to this is really simple. Just tell us who your friend is or looks like and we can fetch them for you.
Willowjade squeals suddenly:
- Don't leave me alone with them! Especially that Legolast, the Last Elf man! He is so manly and threatening, and not at all attractive to me! I do not want to be alone with him, and gaze deeply into his eyes. But these ruffians, they will overpower me and I will be so helpless and...
