After a few yards, the Conveyor Belt abruptly came to a halt. Invisible hands pushed Celeborn into the dirt. "Ass!" cursed Celeborn, as he scrambled out of the grime and brushed loess off his nice Adam Ant frock coat. Rearranging his camera around his neck (it was a cheap Japanese Nikon), Celeborn trudged along a narrow dirt path, hot and out of sorts. Presently he came to a Maize Field. In it was standing a mean-looking Little Man, dressed all in black. The Man's mouth was open stupidly, and he gaped up at the sky. Celeborn walked up to him and said: "Yo, where Messiah at?" "In your pants, stupid," said the Man contemptuously. "Are you, uh, Xippie?" asked Celeborn. "Am I whattie?" said the Man, looking menacing. Celeborn quickly snapped off a photo. "Hey there!" said the Man, and tried to grab Celeborn's camera. But the Elf danced back laughingly and said: "Well, goodbye!" He hurried off, but the Little Man followed him. He caught up to him and grabbed the Elf's arm warningly. "Look!" shouted the Man, pointing at a hill. A large Sheet, white and dismally flapping, floated majestically over the hill, and came directly at them. It opened up, and blue-green lightning played briefly across its surface. It closed up and continued to move toward them. "Is that Xippie?" said Celeborn, slightly worried. "No!" snapped the Man. The Sheet glided up to them and stared at them wordlessly. Celeborn raised his camera. As he took the shot, the Sheet quickly turned into a huge smiling Grape Kool-Aid Pitcher. Celeborn clicked the shutter and said "Bitch!" The Sheet then turned into a White Demon and stared at them impassively. "Yeah, that's right!" said the Little Man. He reached up and tried to slap the Demon. But the Demon's arm abruptly snaked out, caught his hand in mid-air, and threw it away contemptuously. A brief smile played across the Demon's lips. "Oh, I see," said the Little Man. He quickly turned into a gigantic bottle of liquid Intensified Tide. The Demon blinked and whined: "Th-that's not fair!" The Giant Bottle squirted a bunch of Blue Glop all over the demon, who turned into a Pile of Garbage. "You, you big bully!" cried the Garbage, slinking off. "I'll get even with you someday!" "You're not moving fast enough!" shouted the Man, and kicked the Garbage. The Garbage gave a Yelp and scurried off. "All right," said the Little Man. He looked around for Celeborn, but the Elven King had snuck off in disgust a few moments before. As a matter of fact, the Elf had just scrambled down a slope and was sliding into a water-filled ditch. "A Elbereth!" shouted Celeborn, sinking into muddy, filthy water. "Glub!"