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In an obscure corner of Mirkwood, three goblins-Grubnash, Snarltooth, and Skabnoze-exemplify the timeless tradition of achieving absolutely nothing with maximum noise. Grubnash, who could easily pass for a walking dirt clod, criticizes Snarltooth for his innovative approach to fire fuel.
Skabnoze, finding immense joy in his comrades’ misfortune, suggests they might as well succumb to the toxic fumes, presumably to save any passing elves the effort of dealing with them. Amidst a flurry of insults-these paragons of goblin-kind momentarily consider their actual task: elf-hunting. Yet, the notion of doing something productive is quickly drowned out by the idea of roasting Snarltooth.