As he ran and ran and ran, Aragorn crashed into Gandalf.

"Oh, sorry Ganda -"

He stopped short and did a double take. Gandalf now had long black, straight hair that was as long as ever. He wore on his eyes black eye shadow and eyeliner and mascara. He had black nail polish and his staff was now an exact replica of Saruman's except the little white thing was now red.

"What?" the wizard asked gruffly.

Aragorn then noticed the amount of piercings (25) on the wizard's head. 2 on his nose, 1 on his lip, 3 on one eyebrow, 2 on the other, 2 on his neck, and the rest (15) spread out among his two ears.

"I.uh." Aragorn started.

"Well what fool of a ranger?"

Aragorn smiled at the hint of the old Gandalf, the kind that...always.insulted you.hmmm.maybe there was a good side to this.

Suddenly, Gimli the Homeboy passed by.

"Yo yo yo! Sup my soul brothahs?"

"Fuck off, wigger!" Gandalf the Goth said.

"Woah! K, my man, no need to be hatin'! Just wanted the 411 on the dealy!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Yo yo, my brotha! Don't be hatin', don't be hatin! I guess I'll see you on the flip side, I'm outie, yo!"

And with that, Gimli the Homeboy walked away.

"What.the.fuck was that?!" Gandalf the Goth said.