With Apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien, George Lucas, and the Writers of Robot Chicken.

Aragorn and the Lord of the Nazgul are crossing swords on a foggy moor.

Nazgul: “Gandalf never told you about your father.” 

Aragorn: “He told me enough! He told me you killed him!” 

Nazgul: “No, Strider, I AM your father!” 

Aragorn: “That’s not true! That’s impossible!” 

Nazgul: “And Arwen is your sister!” 

Aragorn: “That’s not true! That’s improbable!” 

Nazgul: “And the Armies of Mordor will be defeated by hobbits!”

Aragorn: “That’s… Very unlikely.” 

Nazgul: “So, as I was saying, join me, together we can defeat Sauron, and rule Middle Earth as father and son.”  

Visibly annoyed, Aragorn sheathes his sword and walks over to the director’s chair. 

Aragorn: (to Peter Jackson) “If you’re not going to take this seriously, then I’m out.” 

He walks away.