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[A low, demented giggling rings out in the air as the Uruk raises both its arms widely. It does not speak, simply proceeding to click its teeth in a slow and methodical manner behind its metal mask.]
[Silence.]
[It starts to giggle again, head bobbing.]
[Silence.]
[It starts to giggle again, head bobbing.]