There I was in Middle Earth, with my little Hobbit friends. Rosie Cotton had just been kidnapped, and there was no way we'd get to Mordor in time to prevent her wedding to Gollum. Unless... of course! BizNasty (I've been on twitter too much...) had left a homemade mortorcycle at the bottom of cranberry river! So me and the two hobbits floated down cranberry river, retrieved the motorcycle and started our long journey to Mordor. Then I realized there were cars speeding past us left and right, and wondered why we couldn't have taken one of those. Then I realized this movie wasn't even in 48 fps, and thought "what's the point?" and just woke myself up. Poor Rosie Cotton.