Title: Sporadically Evil Sponges (And Other Equally Silly Parodies of Epic
Proportion)
Author: Liz Huisman
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If you think I actually OWN them, I'd love to know what YOU'RE smoking.
Summary: The total parody. You get NEW QUESTS! 21st CENTURY GIRLS IN MIDDLE EARTH! AUTHOR CHICKS FALLING IN LOVE WITH LEGOLAS! AUTHOR CHICKS TRYING TO TAKE THE PLACE OF A FELLOWSHIP MEMBER! HORRID MARY-SUES! A DREADED HE/SHE! AND A SPONGE!
A/N: To anyone who may ask: I am not high. Just had to clear that up. Anyway, here's your total parody. All the worst of the LotR section at ff.net is parodied here! (And if I forgot to poke fun at something, please, do tell me.) I would have wrote Chapter 4 of 'And the Angels Were Silent', but I'm too happy right now. So you get a parody instead. Enjoy.
Archive: @ http://westwinger.tripod.com/lotr
P.S.: Is there a Challenge Board for LotR? I'd like to get some ideas. if not, anyone interested in starting one?? Let's class this genre up, shall we?
(1):
The Fellowship of the Randomly Mean Necklace and What They Did While Beginning Their Quest (And Stuff.)
Gandalf the Gray/White shuddered when he heard the news. A new evil had arrived. The Randomly Mean Necklace, in the possession of none other than Frodo Baggins.
He rode hurriedly through all sorts of country to get to Bag End, and tell Frodo. He had become worried, and to him, this Randomly Mean Necklace was almost worse than The One Ring.
"Frodo, I must speak with you," he said as he entered Bag End. "There's a new evil, and YOU are in possession of it!"
"Not again!" exclaimed Frodo. "Why me?"
Gandalf scratched his head. "I don't know. Some demented plan of an author, I guess."
"Evil authors."
"Right on."
Frodo sighed. "Weren't you here about some new evil I happened to possess?"
"Oh, right. Yes. Frodo, you have in your possession a necklace. A Randomly Mean Necklace. It's an evil necklace, and must be destroyed."
"Like into the Cracks of Doom? Do I get to go there again? I'd rather like to see it again," said Frodo.
"It cannot be destroyed in the Cracks of Doom. You must destroy it in the Depths of the Dead."
"No! Not the Depths of the Dead!" shrieked Frodo, running around in a circle.
"Yes, the Depths of the Dead!"
Frodo stopped running in circles due to dizziness. "Wait. What are the Depths of the Dead?"
"It's found in Mordor as well. The New Dark Lord, Souran, needs his necklace back, because to do all his evil works, he needs that necklace!" (Not that that sentence made any sense, but you know what he means!)
"Why'd he put power into a necklace?"
"He's a he/she. More she than he."
"NOT A HE/SHE!" shrieked Frodo, once more running in circles.
"Yes, a he/she!"
Frodo stopped running in circles once more, due to dizziness. "We gotta stop that, you know?"
"I know much, and that is one of the things I know."
"So. What do we do?"
"We gather up the old Fellowship, and we journey to the Depths of the Dead to destroy the Randomly Mean Necklace!"
"Yippee!"
"I don't know what you're 'yippee'ing about. This is a dark and dangerous journey. Quite long, as well."
"It's another long, dark, dangerous journey! I haven't been in one, for like, four ff.net stories!"
"I can see you were born to be in a parody."
Frodo didn't get Gandalf's joke, so he just stood there.
"Well, pack your stuff! I'm going to go find Merry, Sam, and that fool of a Took."
"Don't waste time. They're all right here!" Sure enough, Sam, Merry, and Pippin popped out of some boxes that no one noticed before.
"We expected a journey, Mr. Gandalf," Sam said.
"Are you prepared? There are many evils along the way."
"We are!" exclaimed Pippin.
"The evils are bad," warned Gandalf.
"Like Orcs?" asked Merry.
"Uruk-hai?" put in Pippin.
"Saruman's cousin?" guessed Sam.
"Black riders?" Merry wondered.
"A big evil shadow?" Pippin guessed.
"Are we close?" Sam asked, looking at Gandalf.
"Much eviler than Orcs, Uruk-hai, Saruman's cousin, Black Riders, and a big evil shadow," Gandalf said.
"Than what is it?" asked Pippin impatiently.
"They are rather new. They are known as The Gollum Estrogen Brigade."
"The Gollum Estrogen Brigade?" squeaked Sam.
"The Gollum Estrogen Brigade is a very evil group. They forever swore their love to Gollum, and will do anything to stop us, especially Frodo, because Gollum died, and they blame us," Gandalf told them solemnly.
"Why do they want ME?" asked Frodo, horrified at the notion that any group named 'The Gollum Estrogen Brigade' would be after him.
"Because Gollum died trying to kill you," Gandalf replied.
"That'd do it."
"So, are we all ready to leave?" Gandalf asked, looking at the four holly jolly Hobbits sitting in front of him. (Well, technically, Pippin wasn't sitting in front of him. He was half on/half off a box that was to Gandalf's right. But let's not be picky.)
All four nodded their heads vigorously.
"Then off we go!" exclaimed Gandalf.
They left Bag End, and took to the road that would lead them to the Buckland Ferry.
"Oh, and Peregrin?" Gandalf asked.
"Yes?"
"Saruman does have a cousin. Surimon."
"What kinds of names are these? Surimon and Souran?" (The author was too lazy to think of good evil names, so she just changed some letters. Heheheh.)
"The author was too lazy to think of good evil names, so she just changed some letters, young Pippin."
"That's just what the author put in parentheses."
"Oh. Okay."
They journeyed on. And on. An on.
Finally, they came to Bree. (Assume several days have passed, okay?)
Harry, the gatekeeper, answered their knock on the gate.
"Who's there, and what do you want in-where am I again?"
Bree, you dumbnut!
"Bree!" he finished.
"We are Gandalf, Mr. Brandybuck, Mr. Took, Mr. Gamgee, and Mr. Underhill. We would like to stay at the Prancing Pony tonight."
"What's your business?"
"What are business is does not involve you nor does it matter to you. Let us in, or I shall boil you!"
"Yes s-sir, Gandalf." Harry opened the gate for them.
"My thanks, Harry."
Harry nodded to Gandalf.
They continued to the Prancing Pony. (It's The Prancing Pony, not the Prancing Pony! Get it straight!)
They continued to The Prancing Pony. They entered, and Gandalf spoke to Barliman Butterbur.
"We need four hobbit-sized beds, and one wizard-sized, Barley," he said.
"Hello, Gandalf! It's nice to see you again!"
"And you as well, Barley. I see business is doing well, considering all things," Gandalf commented as Butterbur led them to some rooms.
"Indeed it is, indeed it is. And did I tell you? The King is coming down the Greenway! Imagine, the King is staying here! At the little ol' Prancing Pony!"
"I was not aware, Barley, but that's indeed good news for us."
"Though, I must say, Gandalf, we've been having some problems with Mary- Sues lately. They keep dropping in from the 21st century, and want to know where the Shire is. Of course, Nob and Bob do their best to keep them out. But it's a nightmare! Why are so many showing up?"
"In the 21st century, there are lots of girls that are in love with one character or another, so they try and drop themselves into our story! Be warned: you must keep them out! They are evil!"
"And CRAZY!" Pippin suddenly cried.
Gandalf chuckled a 'Gandalf-chuckle'. (First he gets a 'Gandalf-look' and now a 'Gandalf-chuckle'?! What's next? I'm not telling.)
"Many are also smoking crack," said Frodo. They all looked at him. "I don't even know what crack is, and why you'd want to smoke it is beyond me, but that's what I was supposed to say!" he defended.
"Oh. Okay," said Gandalf, returning to his conversation with Butterbur.
Just then they heard loud noises and many cheers coming from outside.
"It's the King!" exclaimed Butterbur, running out. Gandalf and those four holly jolly Hobbits followed.
"Welcome, O King!" greeted Butterbur as Aragorn entered, followed by four of his men from Gondor.
"So, Barliman, would you consider me more trustworthy now?" Aragorn asked, smiling at the old landlord.
Butterbur blushed.
"Gandalf! This is a surprise!" said Aragorn, noticing for the first time the wizard standing behind the berry-red landlord.
"So is your arrival!" Gandalf replied.
"And you Hobbits!" Aragorn stepped forward and embraced the four in a giant bear hug.
"Good to see you, Strider," said Frodo warmly.
"What brings you all here?" Aragorn asked, looking from the four Hobbits to Gandalf.
"If you would spare some time later, I will explain," said Gandalf. "Now, come, your four, I have become aware of something else that you will need to know for this journey."
"Which would be?" asked Pippin impatiently, as always.
"I have discovered the existence of the Sporadically Evil Sponges!" he exclaimed.
"No! Not the Sporadically Evil Sponges!" shrieked Frodo, running in circles.
"Yes! The Sporadically Evil Sponges!" said Gandalf.
Frodo stopped running in circles, because he was dizzy again. "What are the Sporadically Evil Sponges?"
"Evil of the worst kind sporadically."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Of course not! No one understands what I mean!"
Frodo looked at him. In the silence, grasshoppers could be heard chirping.
"They are evil only sometimes," said Gandalf, recovering from the bad joke. "Sometimes they are evil, sometimes not. That's why they're so dangerous."
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," muttered Sam.
"Gandalf, I think I'll listen to what you have to say now. It sounds serious," Aragorn informed him.
"Come along then."
Gandalf proceeded to explain the whole situation to Aragorn (including Saruman's cousin, Surimon, and The Gollum Estrogen Brigade).
"This sounds serious! And dangerously perilous, too. I must accompany you," proclaimed Aragorn.
"That was what I was hoping," Gandalf told him. Aragorn hurried out, and when he came back, he was wearing his old, ragged traveling clothes. (Where did the clothes come from, I hear you ask? I don't know. This is a parody. And I am writing it, and I say he changed. Quit asking stupid questions!)
"When do we leave?" asked Aragorn excitedly.
"Tomorrow morning, after some sleep, and a few beers," answered Gandalf. "BARLIMAN!" he yelled. "I need one of your fine beers!"
"Coming, Gandalf!" Butterbur yelled from another room.
"Gandalf, one thing is bothering my mind."
"What is that, Frodo?"
"According to you, I have this Gollum Estrogen Brigade after me, I have that Souran mad at me, we have Sporadically Evil Sponges do deal with, and Saruman's cousin on top of that! How ever are we going to succeed?"
"Don't worry, short one. It's no worse than last time."
"Yeah, but last time there was no Gollum Estrogen Brigade."
"That'll make things a little worse, I admit."
"Yes, it will! I'm going to be hardly safe ANYWHERE!" cried Frodo at this sudden realization.
Nob hurried in with Gandalf's beer. "Thank you, Nob," Gandalf said politely.
"Most welcome, Mr. Gandalf," Nob replied, as he hurried out at the sound of a bell.
" Tomorrow we must start early, and try and reach Rivendell. I have sent messengers to find Legolas and Gimli, and they will meet us there as soon as possible. From there, we go to the Depths of the Dead," Gandalf explained, sipping his beer.
"NO! NOT THE DEPTHS OF THE DEAD!" shrieked Frodo, running about in circles.
"Frodo, you already did that!" Gandalf reminded him.
"Oh yeah." Frodo stopped immediately.
"Now, I think we should all get a good nights rest. We have many miles to travel tomorrow," said Gandalf, 'ahh-ing' and setting his empty beer mug down.
"No! Not-wait. I don't need to run in circles about that," said Frodo.
No one listened to him.
"Goodnight, my young Hobbits," said Gandalf as he and Aragorn left the room.
"But I'm hungry!" exclaimed Pippin suddenly.
"You foolish Took. Come along then, and get something to eat!"
"What about me?" asked Merry.
"You too, then. What about you and Sam?" Gandalf asked Frodo.
"I'm not hungry. The thought of Saruman's cousin Surimon and The Gollum Estrogen Brigade have made me lose my appetite."
"But I'm hungry!" exclaimed Sam.
So the five of them, three Hobbits, a wizard, and a king, left Frodo alone.
But wait.
"Hey! Since this is a parody, isn't something excitingly hilarious and freakishly unexpected and evil supposed to happen right now?" cried Frodo, but no one heard him. Alas.
TBC
End note: Good God. That's longer than I was planning on it being! But anyway, do you like? All comments appreciated.
P.S.: I'll keep writing 'And the Angels Were Silent' too, for all of you who liked that story as well. I just haven't been in a dark enough mood so far today to write anymore. Cheerio!
Author: Liz Huisman
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If you think I actually OWN them, I'd love to know what YOU'RE smoking.
Summary: The total parody. You get NEW QUESTS! 21st CENTURY GIRLS IN MIDDLE EARTH! AUTHOR CHICKS FALLING IN LOVE WITH LEGOLAS! AUTHOR CHICKS TRYING TO TAKE THE PLACE OF A FELLOWSHIP MEMBER! HORRID MARY-SUES! A DREADED HE/SHE! AND A SPONGE!
A/N: To anyone who may ask: I am not high. Just had to clear that up. Anyway, here's your total parody. All the worst of the LotR section at ff.net is parodied here! (And if I forgot to poke fun at something, please, do tell me.) I would have wrote Chapter 4 of 'And the Angels Were Silent', but I'm too happy right now. So you get a parody instead. Enjoy.
Archive: @ http://westwinger.tripod.com/lotr
P.S.: Is there a Challenge Board for LotR? I'd like to get some ideas. if not, anyone interested in starting one?? Let's class this genre up, shall we?
(1):
The Fellowship of the Randomly Mean Necklace and What They Did While Beginning Their Quest (And Stuff.)
Gandalf the Gray/White shuddered when he heard the news. A new evil had arrived. The Randomly Mean Necklace, in the possession of none other than Frodo Baggins.
He rode hurriedly through all sorts of country to get to Bag End, and tell Frodo. He had become worried, and to him, this Randomly Mean Necklace was almost worse than The One Ring.
"Frodo, I must speak with you," he said as he entered Bag End. "There's a new evil, and YOU are in possession of it!"
"Not again!" exclaimed Frodo. "Why me?"
Gandalf scratched his head. "I don't know. Some demented plan of an author, I guess."
"Evil authors."
"Right on."
Frodo sighed. "Weren't you here about some new evil I happened to possess?"
"Oh, right. Yes. Frodo, you have in your possession a necklace. A Randomly Mean Necklace. It's an evil necklace, and must be destroyed."
"Like into the Cracks of Doom? Do I get to go there again? I'd rather like to see it again," said Frodo.
"It cannot be destroyed in the Cracks of Doom. You must destroy it in the Depths of the Dead."
"No! Not the Depths of the Dead!" shrieked Frodo, running around in a circle.
"Yes, the Depths of the Dead!"
Frodo stopped running in circles due to dizziness. "Wait. What are the Depths of the Dead?"
"It's found in Mordor as well. The New Dark Lord, Souran, needs his necklace back, because to do all his evil works, he needs that necklace!" (Not that that sentence made any sense, but you know what he means!)
"Why'd he put power into a necklace?"
"He's a he/she. More she than he."
"NOT A HE/SHE!" shrieked Frodo, once more running in circles.
"Yes, a he/she!"
Frodo stopped running in circles once more, due to dizziness. "We gotta stop that, you know?"
"I know much, and that is one of the things I know."
"So. What do we do?"
"We gather up the old Fellowship, and we journey to the Depths of the Dead to destroy the Randomly Mean Necklace!"
"Yippee!"
"I don't know what you're 'yippee'ing about. This is a dark and dangerous journey. Quite long, as well."
"It's another long, dark, dangerous journey! I haven't been in one, for like, four ff.net stories!"
"I can see you were born to be in a parody."
Frodo didn't get Gandalf's joke, so he just stood there.
"Well, pack your stuff! I'm going to go find Merry, Sam, and that fool of a Took."
"Don't waste time. They're all right here!" Sure enough, Sam, Merry, and Pippin popped out of some boxes that no one noticed before.
"We expected a journey, Mr. Gandalf," Sam said.
"Are you prepared? There are many evils along the way."
"We are!" exclaimed Pippin.
"The evils are bad," warned Gandalf.
"Like Orcs?" asked Merry.
"Uruk-hai?" put in Pippin.
"Saruman's cousin?" guessed Sam.
"Black riders?" Merry wondered.
"A big evil shadow?" Pippin guessed.
"Are we close?" Sam asked, looking at Gandalf.
"Much eviler than Orcs, Uruk-hai, Saruman's cousin, Black Riders, and a big evil shadow," Gandalf said.
"Than what is it?" asked Pippin impatiently.
"They are rather new. They are known as The Gollum Estrogen Brigade."
"The Gollum Estrogen Brigade?" squeaked Sam.
"The Gollum Estrogen Brigade is a very evil group. They forever swore their love to Gollum, and will do anything to stop us, especially Frodo, because Gollum died, and they blame us," Gandalf told them solemnly.
"Why do they want ME?" asked Frodo, horrified at the notion that any group named 'The Gollum Estrogen Brigade' would be after him.
"Because Gollum died trying to kill you," Gandalf replied.
"That'd do it."
"So, are we all ready to leave?" Gandalf asked, looking at the four holly jolly Hobbits sitting in front of him. (Well, technically, Pippin wasn't sitting in front of him. He was half on/half off a box that was to Gandalf's right. But let's not be picky.)
All four nodded their heads vigorously.
"Then off we go!" exclaimed Gandalf.
They left Bag End, and took to the road that would lead them to the Buckland Ferry.
"Oh, and Peregrin?" Gandalf asked.
"Yes?"
"Saruman does have a cousin. Surimon."
"What kinds of names are these? Surimon and Souran?" (The author was too lazy to think of good evil names, so she just changed some letters. Heheheh.)
"The author was too lazy to think of good evil names, so she just changed some letters, young Pippin."
"That's just what the author put in parentheses."
"Oh. Okay."
They journeyed on. And on. An on.
Finally, they came to Bree. (Assume several days have passed, okay?)
Harry, the gatekeeper, answered their knock on the gate.
"Who's there, and what do you want in-where am I again?"
Bree, you dumbnut!
"Bree!" he finished.
"We are Gandalf, Mr. Brandybuck, Mr. Took, Mr. Gamgee, and Mr. Underhill. We would like to stay at the Prancing Pony tonight."
"What's your business?"
"What are business is does not involve you nor does it matter to you. Let us in, or I shall boil you!"
"Yes s-sir, Gandalf." Harry opened the gate for them.
"My thanks, Harry."
Harry nodded to Gandalf.
They continued to the Prancing Pony. (It's The Prancing Pony, not the Prancing Pony! Get it straight!)
They continued to The Prancing Pony. They entered, and Gandalf spoke to Barliman Butterbur.
"We need four hobbit-sized beds, and one wizard-sized, Barley," he said.
"Hello, Gandalf! It's nice to see you again!"
"And you as well, Barley. I see business is doing well, considering all things," Gandalf commented as Butterbur led them to some rooms.
"Indeed it is, indeed it is. And did I tell you? The King is coming down the Greenway! Imagine, the King is staying here! At the little ol' Prancing Pony!"
"I was not aware, Barley, but that's indeed good news for us."
"Though, I must say, Gandalf, we've been having some problems with Mary- Sues lately. They keep dropping in from the 21st century, and want to know where the Shire is. Of course, Nob and Bob do their best to keep them out. But it's a nightmare! Why are so many showing up?"
"In the 21st century, there are lots of girls that are in love with one character or another, so they try and drop themselves into our story! Be warned: you must keep them out! They are evil!"
"And CRAZY!" Pippin suddenly cried.
Gandalf chuckled a 'Gandalf-chuckle'. (First he gets a 'Gandalf-look' and now a 'Gandalf-chuckle'?! What's next? I'm not telling.)
"Many are also smoking crack," said Frodo. They all looked at him. "I don't even know what crack is, and why you'd want to smoke it is beyond me, but that's what I was supposed to say!" he defended.
"Oh. Okay," said Gandalf, returning to his conversation with Butterbur.
Just then they heard loud noises and many cheers coming from outside.
"It's the King!" exclaimed Butterbur, running out. Gandalf and those four holly jolly Hobbits followed.
"Welcome, O King!" greeted Butterbur as Aragorn entered, followed by four of his men from Gondor.
"So, Barliman, would you consider me more trustworthy now?" Aragorn asked, smiling at the old landlord.
Butterbur blushed.
"Gandalf! This is a surprise!" said Aragorn, noticing for the first time the wizard standing behind the berry-red landlord.
"So is your arrival!" Gandalf replied.
"And you Hobbits!" Aragorn stepped forward and embraced the four in a giant bear hug.
"Good to see you, Strider," said Frodo warmly.
"What brings you all here?" Aragorn asked, looking from the four Hobbits to Gandalf.
"If you would spare some time later, I will explain," said Gandalf. "Now, come, your four, I have become aware of something else that you will need to know for this journey."
"Which would be?" asked Pippin impatiently, as always.
"I have discovered the existence of the Sporadically Evil Sponges!" he exclaimed.
"No! Not the Sporadically Evil Sponges!" shrieked Frodo, running in circles.
"Yes! The Sporadically Evil Sponges!" said Gandalf.
Frodo stopped running in circles, because he was dizzy again. "What are the Sporadically Evil Sponges?"
"Evil of the worst kind sporadically."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Of course not! No one understands what I mean!"
Frodo looked at him. In the silence, grasshoppers could be heard chirping.
"They are evil only sometimes," said Gandalf, recovering from the bad joke. "Sometimes they are evil, sometimes not. That's why they're so dangerous."
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," muttered Sam.
"Gandalf, I think I'll listen to what you have to say now. It sounds serious," Aragorn informed him.
"Come along then."
Gandalf proceeded to explain the whole situation to Aragorn (including Saruman's cousin, Surimon, and The Gollum Estrogen Brigade).
"This sounds serious! And dangerously perilous, too. I must accompany you," proclaimed Aragorn.
"That was what I was hoping," Gandalf told him. Aragorn hurried out, and when he came back, he was wearing his old, ragged traveling clothes. (Where did the clothes come from, I hear you ask? I don't know. This is a parody. And I am writing it, and I say he changed. Quit asking stupid questions!)
"When do we leave?" asked Aragorn excitedly.
"Tomorrow morning, after some sleep, and a few beers," answered Gandalf. "BARLIMAN!" he yelled. "I need one of your fine beers!"
"Coming, Gandalf!" Butterbur yelled from another room.
"Gandalf, one thing is bothering my mind."
"What is that, Frodo?"
"According to you, I have this Gollum Estrogen Brigade after me, I have that Souran mad at me, we have Sporadically Evil Sponges do deal with, and Saruman's cousin on top of that! How ever are we going to succeed?"
"Don't worry, short one. It's no worse than last time."
"Yeah, but last time there was no Gollum Estrogen Brigade."
"That'll make things a little worse, I admit."
"Yes, it will! I'm going to be hardly safe ANYWHERE!" cried Frodo at this sudden realization.
Nob hurried in with Gandalf's beer. "Thank you, Nob," Gandalf said politely.
"Most welcome, Mr. Gandalf," Nob replied, as he hurried out at the sound of a bell.
" Tomorrow we must start early, and try and reach Rivendell. I have sent messengers to find Legolas and Gimli, and they will meet us there as soon as possible. From there, we go to the Depths of the Dead," Gandalf explained, sipping his beer.
"NO! NOT THE DEPTHS OF THE DEAD!" shrieked Frodo, running about in circles.
"Frodo, you already did that!" Gandalf reminded him.
"Oh yeah." Frodo stopped immediately.
"Now, I think we should all get a good nights rest. We have many miles to travel tomorrow," said Gandalf, 'ahh-ing' and setting his empty beer mug down.
"No! Not-wait. I don't need to run in circles about that," said Frodo.
No one listened to him.
"Goodnight, my young Hobbits," said Gandalf as he and Aragorn left the room.
"But I'm hungry!" exclaimed Pippin suddenly.
"You foolish Took. Come along then, and get something to eat!"
"What about me?" asked Merry.
"You too, then. What about you and Sam?" Gandalf asked Frodo.
"I'm not hungry. The thought of Saruman's cousin Surimon and The Gollum Estrogen Brigade have made me lose my appetite."
"But I'm hungry!" exclaimed Sam.
So the five of them, three Hobbits, a wizard, and a king, left Frodo alone.
But wait.
"Hey! Since this is a parody, isn't something excitingly hilarious and freakishly unexpected and evil supposed to happen right now?" cried Frodo, but no one heard him. Alas.
TBC
End note: Good God. That's longer than I was planning on it being! But anyway, do you like? All comments appreciated.
P.S.: I'll keep writing 'And the Angels Were Silent' too, for all of you who liked that story as well. I just haven't been in a dark enough mood so far today to write anymore. Cheerio!