[Mithadan]

Mithadan smiles as he watches B-W make his farewell speech. The old boy has really matured! One reporter vaporized, one psychologist messily made into two half psychologists, no one abducted or sacrificed...very good! He joins in the chorus of congratulations as B-W "enters" his barrow.

He sets off to the buffet table (or the remains thereof) taking a rough headcount of the number of wheelbarrows needed to transport "indisposed" guests. These Hobbits really do not hold their drink well.

The sound of approaching sirens rouses him from his reverie. He changes hurriedly into a blue power suit (white shirt, red tie, black wingtip shoes...sorry Maril, no cufflinks, French cut sleeves are an annoyance), begins handing out his business cards and reminds all and sundry of their rights under the Fifth and Sixth Amendments. Fortunately, the unwanted attention of the gendarme is deflected deftly by Piosenniel.

A small green dragon flies past (Mith is using the word "flies" metaphorically, the dragon does not have wings) followed by Estelyn. And still, despite the hour, new guests continue to filter in. Estelyn is right. Too much talk of drink and not enough action. Time to liven things up. Reaching behind a bar, Mith switches on the REG (Random Events Generator). Piosenniel promptly disappears into a hole. With a flash, a very confused Smashmouth appears on the stage but, to their credit, they get right into the swing of things and begin playing 'Walking on the Sun'. A pack of Mumak driven by Haradrim appear at the South end of the fields. Two faeries begin a vigorous dogfight. Mith sits on a bench to relax. Ahhhh, that's more like it...