Halk felt his stomach go all swirly. Darn, he forgot his time down the mines in Stonekeep (or was it Skullkeep) had given him lactose intolerance to bat's milk.
"Why did I drink that stuff?" he asked aloud.
"How did you manage to milk it anyway?" he asked Mophus.
"Why am I so inquisitive?" he asked himself.
"Ooh, where did you get those new shoes from?" he asked Gothmog, who was finished looting a corpse at the side of the dungeon.
"Do you know any ways to counteract this effect?" Halk asked Chani.
Unfortunately the wizard was too busy laughing herself silly at the green face of Halk, and he was left to cope as best he could.
With diorreha of the mouth and swirlness of the tummy he tried to do a good run up. Unfortunately his swirling vision meant he ran int othe teleporter first.
"Oof," he said, and the stone flew backwards from his hand to knock one of his fellow champions unconscious behind him (you can pick which one, though skeletonised champions or trolins don't count, and the injured champions are too far away to do it!).
Halk better have another go! Toss a coin: