I'd put him in a dirt position, then get him to hump one of my colleges legs.
You cannot pass. I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass.
What if there was no life, nothing wrong, nothing right? And what if there was no time, and no reason or rhyme?
