Gandalf and John Lennon are stuck in Stranded Ferris Wheel Ride and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Well, John, seems we're stuck in a bit of a predicament, rather like humanity itself, wouldn't you say?" Gandalf rumbled, stroking his beard.

"Yeah, Gandalf, man, just spinning round and round, going nowhere fast, just like 'Revolution 9'," Lennon replied, gazing out at the distant city lights.

"Indeed, but even in this seemingly futile cycle, there's potential for enlightenment, a chance to see the world from a different angle."

"Angle's all wrong, though, innit? Should be eye-level, man-to-man, not this looking-down-on-the-world superiority trip."

"Perhaps, but elevation offers perspective, a wider view of the interconnectedness of all things, the Shire to Mordor, as it were."

"Connect it all with love, Gandalf, not with power! That's where they always go wrong, those wizards and politicians."

"Love is a powerful force, John, but it needs guidance, a light to shine through the darkness, a staff to lean upon."

"Nah, man, just give peace a chance, no need for staffs or spells, just plain ol' harmony and letting it be."

"Easier said than done, my friend, but a worthy aspiration nonetheless, a star to guide us through the long dark night."

"Then let's sing about it, Gandalf. Imagine all the people, stuck on a Ferris wheel, living life in peace... you dig?"