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From: aba-net <interface.public@xxxxxxxx>
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Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 03:28:41 +0530
Sméagol:
Argh!! Whats he doing! Stupid fat hobbit. You ruins it!
Sam:
Whats to ruin? There's hardly any meat on them. What we need it a
few good taters.
Sméagol:
What's taters? Preciousss, what's taters? Huh?
Sam:
Po-ta-toes!! Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew. Lovely big
golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Sméagol:
Phooh!
Sam:
Even you couldn't say no to that.
Sméagol:
Oh yes we could. Ssspoiling nice fish! Give it to ussss raw. and
wwwriggling. You keep nasty chips!
Sam:
You're hopeless. Mr Frodo?
[Frodo sees an army of the Easterling soldiers marching nearby.]
Sam:
Who are they?
Sméagol:
Wicked men, servants of Sauron. They are called to Mordor. The Dark
One is gathering all armies to him. It won't be long now. It will soon
be ready.
Sam:
Ready to do what?
Sméagol:
To make His war. The last war that will cover all the world in shadow.
Frodo:
We've got to keep moving. C'mon Sam.