From Mythology 101, by Patrian Patrach:
For those of you who do not believe the tales inside this book, I call to your attention the case not too long ago, when the Gods of Wisdom and Stupidity came to earth. I myself witnessed their courageous deeds as they ended the menace of the Fuzzy Bunny Slippers, with their godly weaponry. They brought with them two gods from another world, proving we are not alone in the cosmos, and three Zealots. Once their task was fufilled, the group left our world, soon before the totally unrelated recession that was most likely caused by the large amount of various Holy Wisdom and Stupidty Artifacts being sold on the open market, but many saw and remembered their short time upon the earthly plain. Even now, Aranselum is a thriving industry of fake plastic God of Stupidty Trout, and various other replicas of the things we saw during their visit. Some wonder if the coming of the Gods was a good thing, as it pre-empted such trouble, but I ask you this. Which would you rather have; a bunch of cool merchandise bringing on a brief economic problem, or the end of the world as we know it?
Still others argue that any true gods would not have allowed such to happen so soon after their coming, but those are disbelievers and should be branded as is done with the cattle, and cast out onto the ground, outcast of all places of settlement.
(For more information on the recession, read "The Storm before the Calm" by Patrian Patrach, or the equally renowned "Atomic Economic Bomb" by the same author.)

From "Plotline Hotline - Plot or Rot?" by Stan Dear:
Important Events and People - Heads of Plotline Hotline - Jim Drab:
Jim Drab, possibly the most well known head of Plotline Hotline to this day, was, from all accounts, a cool man. Indeed, one of the few times he showed temper was when he learned of the Death of Mr. Contunity (see It was the Worst of Times - Continuity goes Patooey), at which point he let loose a short anger in the form of "He must be an accomplice! KOVU MUST DIE!". Thanks go to Mirrow's Portrait, current location Continuity's Realm, for this direct quote.
Jim Drab first became head of Plotline Hotline after being promoted from the lower rank of Shoulder Soldier, wherein he was acclaimed as "most likely to suceed" by his fellows. Jim Drab helped win the war over the evil monster "Claimthuhpaig" (Pronounced Claim the Page) by heroicially firing a laser weapon directly at the heart of Claimthuhpaig, which had previously been believed to be certain death. It was - but for the monster, and not for Jim Drab, who was raised to the higher level of Head of Plotline Hotline, causing many of his friends to win bets with their other friends.
Jim Drab did a good job of running Plotline Hotline, keeping it exciting for all, although at times a little too exciting, such as when they invaded the War Tavern itself. (See Important Events and People - The Big Misunderstanding)
Jim Drab's final acts, from what we can tell from the accounts of witnesses were both vastly heroic. First, he distracted Blagagnga, the murderer of Mr. Continuity long enough for him to be defeated, and he then saved an entire civilized planet as his dying action. The planet in question was later named after him - "Jimdrabia". (See Plotline Hotline's Influence - Planets)
Jim Drab was a good person, and all miss him when they are not too busy doing something else.

From "Lord of the Things: Fellowhip of the Thing", by Photo:
Randalf stirred in surprise, and Airyhorn looked curiously at him. "What is the matter, Randalf?"
"I felt a tremor in the force." said Randalf, cryptically.
Logoless looked across the fire, worried. "As if millions have cried out in anguish?"
"No, it is good news." said the Wizard, blowing a smoke ring. "Soupson has suffered a great loss today. The Nostrils, by what means I know not, are dead."
"PARTY!" screamed Maybe, quickly echoed by Pigeon, so the fellowship danced around the fireside all night, singing.

From "Uuummm....War Stories Might Be Back?" by various people:
The Plotline Hotline spaceship sped silently through uncharted regions of space, and charted regions of space, and heavily copyrighted by other companies regions of space, until it reached a probably copyrighted region of space, the one which Carrotus resided in. Along the way, they did not meet up with any difficulty, other then almost crashing into a flowerpot and a hapless sperm whale that were flying through space for some reason....
"I'm bored." said Tyf, leaving no room for argument. Sadly, no one was around, so there wouldn't have been argument even if there was room for it. So she went looking for someone else to burden with her being bored.
The first person Tyf found was Bill Bored, but after learning his name, she hurried away, deciding Bill's problem was of a greater depth. Though hers was not as wide as a castle wall, nor as deep as a well, t'was enough, and did serve to bore her.
Speedy looked up from writing the first entry to his diary (after deciding against calling it a log) as Tyf walked in, looking dejected. "I'm bored." she informed him, leaving no room for argument.
There was a silence.
"You're supposed to help me out of it." she informed him.
Speedy unstuck himself from the wall. "Try not to say simple facts here." he told her, nervously. "The pilot tells me we're passing through the Literal Zone, so when you left no room for argument, there was no room for anything else either, causing me to get stuck to the wall."
Tyf thought about this for a minute, in which time Speedy got tired of waiting and returned to the diary, before saying "Well, let's not talk then." So they didn't.
Not too long afterwards, they left the Literal Zone, and it was open eyes that saw the green and orange planet of Carrotus rising up before the spaceship. This was a kind of unpleasant experiance to all the travellers who were not BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ or Plotline Hotline employees, as it brought back bad memories, but the ship landed smoothly this time.
"We're home!" cried most everyone, though not all using the same wording, except Gurgi, whose home it wasn't.
So the Plotline Hotline peeps went their way, back to the realm of Plotline Hotline, wherever that was, and the 'Taverners set a course for where the Tavern used to be, and Gurgi accidentally wandered into a dimensional warp to the land of Prydain.


"Look!" said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ. "The rilly big crater!"
This brought back more bad memories to all of them but BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, as the last time the rest had seen that crater, they were being landed on by the War Tavern.
"Where is everyone?" asked Propulsion, in trepidation. He was right. No creatures were bustling about the crater, though that made sense, as without the War Tavern astride it, there was little no point to bustling about it.
"Doubtless off on a quest to rebuilt the War-" Speedy was beginning, when Ducky hopped up to them, on all fours, eating the grass. The party stared.
"Ducky?" asked Tyf of Ducky, who paid no heed and continued munching low lying plant life. The rest looked at eachother, and followed Ducky, who was hopping off in some other direction. "She seems to have been returned to the state of our anicent ancestors!" said the rabbit with an irish accent, in alarm, meeting with agreement.
Soon, they chanced upon another scary sight. "Look!" cried the rabbit without something to make him different. "There's Dethman's sword, laying in the grass!"
"And BB's backpack and sunglasses!" said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, worried. "Something terrible must have happened here."
And as they stared around, Ducky hopped off into an oversize burrow.

Kovu and Slayer continued their circular walk through the never changing corridor, with Slayer interrogating Kovu every few minutes.
"Kovu, how long have we been walking in this corridor?"
"Oh, a day or two, I should say."
"Well, why haven't all your servants and whatnot come and found us?"
"Doubtless they can not find the entrance to this hallway."
"But when you pulled me through it, it looked like a normal doorway!"
"Yes, but it sealed itself. Now it's the same type of door as the one out of this hallway."
"Do they have any matches?"
"Possibly."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Their path did not deviate from the original.
"Kovu?"
"Yes?"
"Why aren't we rolling about on the ground in agony from hunger and thirst?"
"All of my evil places are like that. They replenish your food and drink without any manual work on your part. Great for fast paced stories where the author can't be bothered to write about them eating."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"We haven't slept, either. Another feature of your evil place?"
"Not really. I already told you about this one."
"You did? When?"
"Well, let's just say I'd advise not going cold turkey on coffee after this."
"I'm drinking large quanities of coffee without even noticing?"
"More or less."
"Yuck."
"Yeah."
Walking proceeded to happen.
"Kovu?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are we both so calm about this entire thing, anyway?"