[littlemanpoet]

For some reason that escaped the understanding of the Offending Party, SpaM, Mormegil, Nilpy, CoD, the fangirls, and everybody else from Dol Gaurgauroth had gotten on the flight. Worse yet, it seemed that Orlando Bloom and J.Lo had caught up to them as well.

"Why are all these people here?" asked Panakeia.

"The Dweomer is at work. Sometimes it's not worth the effort to limit it. How would they say it in the future time? Ah yes: 'deal with it'. Such a world of meaning in three little words. Priceless."

"Where's Elempí?" asked Panakeia.

Anakron thumped his chest. "We are again one, more's the pity. Now then! Regarding the fifth and final test! There are three parts to this test, and therefore you might (if you're lucky) receive ten points three times. The first part is that you will take a week-long course in an area that has been determined to be of value to you. The second is that you will have a physical to ensure that nothing from Mordor enters the rest of Middle Earth that should not; and you will undergo any surgeries deemed necessary to achieve that end. Thirdly, you will undergo a psychological evaluation to ensure that you will function in a seemly fashion on the outside.

"Should you pass all of these tests with a sufficient number of points, you will be allowed to leave Mordor.

"One thing of special note. The University of Mordor registrar's office is notorious for suddenly cancelling courses and reassigning students to the next best course. Report to the registrar's office to find out what you'll be taking, then to the Hospital to find out when you will take your physical, then to the Psych Ward - um - I mean, Department, to get your appointment time for your psych eval. Any questions?"