The group debated hotly through the night, until they were all dehydrated and all went off to the fountain, much to Gothmog's irritation.
"Look, perhaps we should cast a spell to get the frog out," said Gothmog, while Alex was distracted looking for somehting in his backpack.
"Don't be stupid, that won't work!" said Boris, quickly casting another light spell just to show up Gothmog before getting hit on the back of the head by Nabi.
"Hey, why don't we spell 'a cast' "said Daroou.
Everyone looked at Daroou.
"When I break my leg or arm, cast make it better. Cast make everything better," explained Daroou.
Everyone looked at Daroou.
Daroou, a little slow on the uptake, took everyone's silence as a 'yes', and began spelling 'a cast'. Sadly, his spelling wasn't hot either, and he started reciting Pi. He didn't quite get that right either, and so the frog mystically changed in to something that wasn't quite Pi, and wasn't quite a pie either. It was also big enough to smash the bottle now, which had Gothmog sobbing in the corner then trying to drink his own tears.
"It's green!" said Chani horrified.
"It's cylindrical and oblongish!" said Elija, the secret cook horrified at the non-roundness of the pie.
"Who can we get to eat it…" wondered the group.