A lot of red footed Orcs file in, each carrying a pitchfork and each looking to the other with a confused and bemused look.
The Dark Lord knows you're all here and he is very keen on mobs and lynching in general, says Bowler1 with a straight face (well... a smiley face as I can't do anything else really).
More disbelieving looks, which takes some doing from a gang of Orcs.
Wait there, there will be more people along soon (to yet more disbelieving looks) and we'll all get going.
Right you lot, this is it... join the mob now or risk being the victim when the chasing and general looting begins. This is your last chance, we're all armed and getting testy, isn't that right lads?
To confused nodding from the Orcs, as they shuffle away from Bowler1, who they can all agree is slightly mad, which is saying a lot when in service of the Dark Lord.
Form up now in a orderly line and get your pitchforks here.