The Destruction of Isencoaster
Once the half-caffs were returned to their correct appearances, TeaTreebeard learned of them the works of Sacchineman, and his evil plans to take over all of Middle-girth and force the Free Peoples to watch his performance art. The tall ThermEnt began to foam violently, spilling frothed milk like a science fair experiment gone horribly wrong.
"Sacchrineman! A wizard should know better!" Cupping his hands around his mouth, he emitted a weird hooting whistle, like the blowing of breath over a bottle, only much louder. The MerryMocha and Drippin covered their ears as it was answered a hundred-hundred times from the forest around them. Ponderously, TeaTreebeard began to march, and behind him came many other ThermEnts, all of different colours and capacities, some filled with coffee, hot and sweet, and others sloshing bitter espresso or creamy latté. All fell in behind the great steaming mug, and together they began to sing:
Tho
Isencoaster be hot as a roaster
We go, we go, we go to extremes
To brew the beans and spill the tureen!
To grind the grounds
and tear it down!
We will not eat... we will not sleep
But
fill the ring with java and cream!
And so the ThermEnts descended upon Isencoaster, and Sacchrineman was overwhelmed as his karma caught up with him. The vast bowl of Isencoaster was filled with a great quantity of coffee, and the ThermEnts waded into the steaming liquid, sighing and sporting about with a beach-ball.
Sacchrineman closed the door against the fury of the storm of coffee and condiments outside his mighty fortress. He shot Grahma Burntongue a look of pure annoyance. "Did you call for a delivery? I am not signing for THIS!"