"Flame of Udun! ... YOU .... SHALL ... NOT ... PASS ... Go, do not collect $200"

"Hrmph! (fire / smoke breath, cracks whip)"

"Oh yeah? Your whip can Meet my infinitely variable-length infinitely powerful lightsaber plasma emitting fingers. Swish and flick, Balrog steaks are ready to grill (*), and I've got some golden wings for the month, big boy. By the way that's Boardwalk, I have a hotel there, you owe me big bucks"

"Hrmph! (fire / smoke breath, cracks whip)"

"Hey those are the rules, don't make me smote your smokey ass on the mountain side again!"

(*) although, technically, Balrog must be eaten tartar, as they're invulnerable to fire....doh!