SaruDean Speaks!

His thin, liver spotted hand clutches the Orb of Orthanc. Wispy white hair blows flyaway around his wizened brow as his other hand describes whorls and arcs of enchantment.

Suddenly a dark, menacing, Tim Russert-like voice speaks from the fire filled depths of the orb.

"Thank you for joining us today, SaruDean, We are here today at Middle Earth Studios. Why won't you face the Mehl Mann? He is after all only human."

SaruDean holds the orb at eye level, his fierce brows knit in anger.

"He dares question me? I will smite him with a charge of racism that will wither his manly bits!"

The dark forbidding voice waits for a tense beat, "Do you renounce your cabal's evil ways? Forsaking peurile names and charges of lying and deceit that you cannot prove?"

"Never! I will ride this steed into untold losses in many elections to come!"

"What of charges that you and your ilk are naught but thieves and peepers into private lives?"

"Who? Who charges SaruDean thusly? I will abort them where they stand and bill magicare double! HA-HA-HA!"

"Thank you SaruDean for joining us today, moving on we have reports of Dwarven vote chiseling in the Middle Earth primaries..."

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