The best priest in your party has managed to bang his leg while running over to Lord Chaos.
"What's wrong with your leg?" asks one of the party, "and why have you changed your accent?"
"You're very attractive," says the priest
"You're right," says one of the other party members with good hair.
"No he's not!" says the final party member, a racial minority.
"What about Lord Chaos?" asks the attractive party member, "shouldn't we worry about him?"
"I'm more worried about myself," says the champion with great hair.
"You're both wrong! We should worry about what's wrong got him drunk!" says the racial minority champion.
"He's right," says the priest, "though I will still call him an idiot and some racial epithet that is amusing to me." The priest walks over and takes somethign from Lord Chaos's side.
"It's Lupus!" says the priest. The rest of the party look at him. The priest lifts the beer. "Wolf Brewery's premium beer 'Lupus'. And what gets rid of Wolf beer?" The rest of the party looks blankly.
The priest takes something out of his pocket, and waves it under Lord Chaos's nose. "Wolfsbane!" says the priest smugly.
"I need to get my spell scrolls!" says Lord Chaos, sitting bolt upright then falling back down unconscious.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" says the dragon, getting back to it's feet. The priest forgets his limp, and they all rush across to a group of scrolls lying close by.
"It's not normal runes!" cries on of the party, "it's all high lord runes!"
Uh-oh. As the dragon gets up and bares down on the party, it seems like the party needs someone knowledgeable - or at least someone who can fake it. What they need is some wizard smarts! Do they have any?
For one last time, toss two coins, check the faces, add the result, and brush a tear from your eye. This is it - this is the end of the game :(
If it was greater, well, I guess the game comes to an end too, but, you know, not a good one. Seriously. I can't think of anything funny or gross to say, so I'm just going to tell you to go to 1