La lutte elle-même vers les sommets suffit à remplir un cœur d'homme; il faut imaginer Chrisyphe heureux. The voice of the Elpheetees spake in unison unto the goddess Twaladriel. "We want a new psygeío ! No, we want TWO new psygeía ! A big one for pharmaceuticals and another one for food! Yeah! Give us that!" Twaladriel, in her beneficence, decided to grant their request. For, lo, she too desired a psygeío with a katapsýktis for the Underworld of 𐀄𐀬𐀠𐀊𐀍, her own Olympus. She looked to Chrisyphus and noted his pride. He was getting too much sleep since the princess שָׂרָה had left the Land of Oil along the Smelly-Banks for Ilenweewa and those-who-speak-the-regular-way. Chrisyphus pondered how to accomplish this impossible task. He asked those who brought the psygeío, but they were of 𐤀𐤉𐤔𐤐𐤍 and did not think his joke about Bruce Lee was very funny. They would not help him with his task....