Part One: Gleemax - a drooling and empty-eyed man in beige robes - holds aloft the Fourth Edition DMG with one hand, standing in front of a fire made of 3.5 books and texts on Logic and Math. What his other hand is doing under his robes is - thankfully - obscured by the flames.
Part Two: Gleemax is visable in the background, the flames casting a looming shadow against the Mountain of Power towards which an immense, snaking train of followers wearing rags worm. Along the procession - before a narrow and treacherous bridge - is an obscenely smiling man - Paizo - sporting the raw and bleeding wrists of a escaped prisoner, he is born aloft on a fantabulous Broom of Flying, a doodled on DMG hanging on a chain around his neck while both hands fanatically rub the length of the broom.
Many of the followers - relieved at the familiarity - join him on Brooms of their own and chase around the elusive Golden Promise.
Part 3: The followers who resist temptation proceed towards the temple, watched by the schizoid eye of ENWorld - Thulsa Doom's head guard - and his men who spew vile and moronic abuse at those who pick at the holes in the patchwork robes they are given or notice the odd motion under Gleemax's robes. Those thought guilty of the Optimisation Heresy also incur a relatively weak Smite - once a day - with the Banhammer and are forced into accepting ball gags to be allowed to stay.
Part Four: Some Heretics flee, and must do great and furious battle (often involving the simultaneous use of TWO magical staves!)
A ENWanker and a Heretic roll down the temple stairs and mountain, into town whereupon they crash through the door of a shoppe named BrilliantGameologists....
BUTCH
So you like chasing people, huh?
He BREAKS the finger. Marsellus lets out a pain sound. Butch
then places the barrel of the .45 between his eyes, PULLS back
the hammer and places his open hand behind the gun to shield
the splatter.
BUTCH
Well guess what, big man, you
caught me --
MAYNARD (OS)
-- hold it right there, godammit!
Butch and Marsellus look up at Maynard, who's brandishing a
pump-action shotgun, aimed at the two men.
BUTCH
Look mister, this ain't any of your
business --
MAYNARD
-- I'm makin' it my business! Now
toss that gun!
Butch does.
MAYNARD
Now you on top, stand up and come
to the counter.
Butch slowly gets up and moves to the counter. As soon as he
gets there, Maynard HAULS OFF, HITTING him hard in the face
with the butt of the shotgun, knocking Butch down and out.
After Butch goes down, Maynard calmly lays the shotgun on the
counter and moves to the telephone.
Marsellus Wallace, from his position on the floor, groggily
watches the pawnshop owner dial a number. Maynard waits on
the line while the other end rings. Then it picks up.
MAYNARD
Zed? It's Maynard. The spider
just caught a coupl'a flies.
Marsellus passes out.