If I met Gandalf in any public or private area, in any physical or metaphysical space, I would not hesitate before doing a running two foot mid kick right into his presumably present maiar balls. I would lay myself out on cold gravel just to ensure he experienced as much pain as possible before he obliterated my fragile mortal vessel. I would make that bastard angel WISH I were a balrog for all the agony and humiliation I would cause him. And then I would tell every soul I passed on my way to the halls a detailed account of the whole thing, so he could never live it down. I have never been more serious.



















