…just being completely on-brand?
C’mon. What has PROFESSOR TOL-KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN ever done for fantasy literature, anyway?
"Last of all Snarf stood alone. Then he cast aside his phone, and wielded a keyboard two-handed; and it is sung that the keys smoked in the black blood of the troll-posters of ENWorld until they withered, and each time that he slew Snarf cried: "Not misused legal terms! Not bards!" Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, for they grappled him with their hands, which clung to him still though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, until at last he fell buried beneath them and they forced him to eat pineapple pizza. And thus fell the mightiest thread-crafter of mortal men."