Three bans for the elven fans, to be further revised,
Seven for the doofus wards, for their bawls and tone,
Nine for chortling men, doomed to cry,
One for the Evil lord, on his gaming throne.
This is the one ban, forged in the fires of the conference room. Evil is seeking it...seeking it...and all his thought is bent on it. This ban is now delivered into the hands of its mister.