The crab wasn't playing fair. As the gatekeeper between worlds, the crab guarded the beach into the underworld, the dark mirror of Azeroth where all things were possible. Lolegolas was getting annoyed.
"Fine, then," the crab finally conceded. "I will let you pass through the murky depths into the underworld, where all things are tested, if you can succeed in one final challenge."
Lolegolas snorted. "We are ready! Present your test, my fine seafood."
The crab gestured with a shockingly well-manicured claw. From under the waters, a massive figure strolled toward the group. Lolegolas gasped at the size of the man. He was so muscled that even his biceps seemed to have biceps of his own.
"A wrestling match," the crab quipped. "It's a lot like being on the forums."
"Dunno if I can win this," Throgg said. "I'm not really feeling anger right now so much as ... vague disapproval."
"We'll just have to get you angry," the blood elf said.
"Not sure we can do that," the orc replied. "I'm mostly worried about Miranda."
"Firefly was cancelled to make room for Glen Beck!"
Throgg snarled a bit.