[Thenamir]

And for a time there was contentment, and preparations for the crafting of the Filmarils proceeded apace. But then, like the rumblings of an approaching Oliphaunt, a swell of noise began to rise from the voices of a people both persistent and perilous, whom the educated call the Pedants, known also to the common folk as the N’erds, as vast in knowledge as they were narrow of mind. And the Pedants were focused and intent, and numerous were the nits of their picking. “Forsooth,” said they, though none of them knew the sooth for which they spoke, “the Filmarils must in no wise deviate from that design set forth by Jonron, He Who Reueleth. Neither jot not tittle shall he add, and none omit, lest we vent our wrath on him by withholding our tribute at the Office of the Box!” And with these and many other words of imprecation did the N’erds assail Jackson.

And to their demands Jackson feigned to acquiesce, outwardly professing great loyalty for the brilliance of Jonron. Yet did he say in his heart, “these N’erds understand not the creation of a Filmaril, nor the essence of that which will draw the Megabucks unto the sacred Office of the Box. Verily, I shall remould the designs of Jonron The Reueler as I will, and with my Fran I will Walsh my hands of the picking of their nits.” And the Pedants were appeased, for a time.