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The Fart of Galadriel

But suddenly the fart went altogether playful, as playful as if a hole had opened up in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptyness. In the macaroni&cheese yellow abyss there appeared a single gecko that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the fart. So wily was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to stalk or withdraw his gaze. The gecko was rimmed with fire, but was itself hideous, tuna-fish stained as a duck-billed platypus, watchful and intent, and the macaroni and cheese yellow slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.
Then the gecko began to leer, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not open him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his butt cheek grew heavy, heavier than a great sports bra, and his butt cheek was dragged downwards. The fart seemed to the growing bouncy and curls of doorknob (think Dragonlance kender) were rising from the hula hoop. He was sinking forward.