The other man that was there flicked his finger in an odd fashion, as if it was some kind of nervous or habitual gesture.
"It's the Black Breath. He got in a fight with Nazgul - they're wraiths, sort of like ghosts but a lot more sinister. Servants of the Dark Lord Sauron, wielders of the nine rings of power given to them to enslave them and turn them to the Dark Lord's will." He added, "Not Kuk, even though he's technically a Dark Lord - the Dark Lord in the world they're from. Kuk must have pulled them from a world where they're real or convinced them to join It after the kids pulled them in subconsciously."
Abed briefly shook his head, alarmed.
"The Nazgul are able to strike people down with a sort of magical evil aura, called the Black Breath. The symptoms are despair, unconsciousness, hallucinations and nightmares, hypothermia, coma, and then...then they die. The only cure is an herb native to the world the Nazgul come from called athelas, which supposedly is most effective in the hands of the one true king of Gondor."
A pause. "Although that's really unrealistic when you think about it - it doesn't really seem pharmaceutically sound for something to work better because of someone's hands."
Now was not the time but Abed wasn't always the best as figuring out when it was the right time to mull over narrative inconsistency.
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"It's the Black Breath. He got in a fight with Nazgul - they're wraiths, sort of like ghosts but a lot more sinister. Servants of the Dark Lord Sauron, wielders of the nine rings of power given to them to enslave them and turn them to the Dark Lord's will." He added, "Not Kuk, even though he's technically a Dark Lord - the Dark Lord in the world they're from. Kuk must have pulled them from a world where they're real or convinced them to join It after the kids pulled them in subconsciously."
Abed briefly shook his head, alarmed.
"The Nazgul are able to strike people down with a sort of magical evil aura, called the Black Breath. The symptoms are despair, unconsciousness, hallucinations and nightmares, hypothermia, coma, and then...then they die. The only cure is an herb native to the world the Nazgul come from called athelas, which supposedly is most effective in the hands of the one true king of Gondor."
A pause. "Although that's really unrealistic when you think about it - it doesn't really seem pharmaceutically sound for something to work better because of someone's hands."
Now was not the time but Abed wasn't always the best as figuring out when it was the right time to mull over narrative inconsistency.