Gothmog grimaced, "We really need to be going."
Before Linflas could convince Gothmog, Halk had already built up another head of steam and charged again. Linflas reflexivly smakced the button, dismissing Gothmog's caution and prepared for another good laugh.
Halk was on his way and heard a strange, yet familiar sound. He looked up in time to see the bottom of the gate eye level. He smacked an uncovered part of his forhead into the gate and flailed his arms as he lost his balance. He ended up almost entirely through the portcullis before he fell to the ground.
During his wild flailing, he managed to push the button and the gate came crashing down, in pauses, onto his neck. Everybody was too busy laughing to notice that all of Halk's flesh had disappeared from his body. There was no sign of entrails either. Just bones, some fur, and a club (what happened to his backpack, or quiver, or pouch?)
As the laughing died down, they all looked down and gasped. Wuuf had noticed an altar of rebirth at the entrance of the dungeon and decided to speak up.