Like the careful reader might have guessed, Oddwen was behind it all (the bars too) and what a terror she created. Oh dear, oh dear...
Gandalf's foray into the grand world of M-eBay is far more successful than he had ever planned, and the business reasons for the "lucky 13" is made clear.
Aganzir had the good sense to join Oddwen's cause, for now, and bring the terror into visual form.
The cheery lad next door, being none other than Hookbill, took out his copy of The Downer and was amused to no end. His amusement made the sky split.
Despite his usual good nature, Gandalf thought things had gone too far when, returning from a weekend in Gondor, he found that his computer had held a birthday party without him. He grinned as he sent his complaints to the National Party Association; knowing that his childish blanket would comfort him until he got a reply.
TheGreatElvenWarrior had waited for this moment and as soon as the sky split, she left her note and flew away into a parallel world.
Eönwë mistook TGEW for a certain hairy gentleman and wrote a story about it. Later he was mistaken for Eonwe and awarded a Nobel Prize for literature.
In a strange, blurry parallel universe, Gandalf comforts himself with his childish towel during his 1st birthday, after coming off an aeroplane from Beige City, Gondor. Why the mysterious "EL" corporation are waiting for his reply to present to the "Complaints Office National Party Association" remains a mystery.
Formendacil had nothing to do, so he drew a picture of his cellar.
