*Looks past you and calls out to the "third wheel."* Olórin? Stand back a bit, might want to hunker down, lower your center of gravity, know what I mean?
*Sings at the "wretched mess," from the bedrock up, thinking big, big enough to shift the adjoining plate and cause a wrinkle in the underlying bedrock.*
*Giggles, shifting his balance as the ground moves under his feet.* Why are you such a scared little mouse all of a sudden? Where's your sense of fun?