My Precious...
It's mine... my own... my precious...
So bright... So beautiful... it's shining, glinting so brightlike...
But here, where we's so far away from the Yellow face, where does it gets its lights?
The Yellow face... too bright, leering at us, teasing us... Teasing we can't climb our way free, like it does, the nasty Yellow face... too high, too teasing... like nasty elves... bright eyes... Precious doesn't tease... precious helps, helps bring us high like bright Yellow face... precious understands... too hard to be high like yellow face... better to eat what precious finds us... precious is kind... fishes and goblinses and ratses... precious finds food... so bright... so beautiful.
The noises, precious! What's the noises?
Nothing, my love... just goblinses, goblinses hurrying down tunnels, with dwarves and stings... Stings... They drove us away with stings, precious, when we finds you... my birthday... my birthday present... mine... the other one, he couldn't have it, it was mine, my birthday, my own, he couldn't have it...
Goblinses is awfully noisy, precious...
A fish, precious, in the pool... look how it wriggles... catch a fish... so juicy sweet...
Sweet, my love? What is juicy sweet? We is never heard of juicy sweet before...
Yes, precious... we just hears of it in bright land, land of Yellow face...
Yellow? What is yellow, my love?We is never heard of nasty word before...
Yellow is a colours, precious...
It's alright, but I can do better as Smeagol.
ReplyDeleteI thought you hadn't read or seen LOTR?
ReplyDeleteWell I can still do better.
DeleteAHEM! Do you want me to start over? Who is this, anyway?
ReplyDeleteThat was me, I couldn't log in for some reason. Anyway, I was just being antagonistic and arrogant, no point in you rewriting.
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