*it's six o'clock on a Thursday evening, the marrieds are out on dates, and the honor of all Gondolin rests in the hands (well, thumbs) of two brave souls huddled in one far-flung, dimly-lit corner of the Palace*
*pops a chip into his mouth and passes a Twizzler to his companion, inspecting the TV screen* I think that Ossiriand guy went home crying. Pfft. It's called Super Smash for a reason!