We (THE GREAT SPORK LADIES) own nothing. (Dark Ravenette rules!)
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"Cowabunga!"Â If there had been any birds in this barren, forsaken land, that random cry would have caused an entire flock to decide to migrate south early.
The trio had been traveling for days, and Sam slowing losing what his sanity he had intact. He was having the hardest time keeping either of the spork-sick beings quiet. Usually, he'd be able to silence one of them for thirty seconds before the increased ramblings of the other took over for it. Even when Sam had taken out one of his cooking knives with a homicidal look in his eyes, this had not given either Frodo or Gollum the subtle hint to shut their traps.
At one point, Sam even considered just taking the Spork away from Frodo and running off to hide it where neither he nor the sneaky Gollum would find it. However, that plan quickly was put away when Sam realized that the moment he touched that vile utensil, he too would start rambling. He shuddered at the thought. "That's not for me," he decided quickly.
"Why was there bacon in the soap!?"Â Frodo suddenly screamed.
"I made it myself!" Gollum answered in a high squeaky voice that Sam silently prayed he would never have to hear ever again. This was the worst: when they teamed up on their rambling.
Sam could feel his resolve rapidly breaking, and he knew he wouldn't be able to take anymore of this without a silent rest. Vainly hoping for some sort of reason to seep into Frodo's brain, Sam turned to his friend. "The sun's rising, and I know Gollum will want to stop. Why don't we get some sleep?"
"If I don't get my 23 and a half hours of sleep, I'm cranky all day."Â Frodo remarked.
Finally, Sam snapped. "Enough with this insanity! Can't you two stay quiet for three seconds before complete filth comes pouring out of your mouths?"
"Awww," Gollum said. "Somebody needs a hug."
Sam pointed at Gollum, his finger shaking in anger. "Don't...you...come...near...me!"
Gollum sat on the ground and crossed his arms, much like a pouting child. "Nasty hobbit." Slowly in his twisted little mind, his own plan was forming.
Frodo saw the pain on his friend's face and collected every ounce of control he had over himself to stop rambling. "I'm sorry, Sam. Come on, we should all get some rest." Silently, Frodo hoped that he would not be plagued by another nightmare, but he did not want to worry his already frazzled Sam about such little problems as troubled dreams.
All three of them curled up in their own little spaces that they claimed as their beds for the day. Sam tried as hard as he could to get comfortable with the tree root as a pillow, but he knew that they could be walking in the wilderness for the rest of the Third Age before he would ever get used to it. Turning to Frodo who was not too far away, he apologized. "I'm sorry that I was so curt. Sleep well, Master Frodo."
"You too, Sam. Good sleep to you as well, Gollum."
"Goodnight John-Boy."
Sam screamed.
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"Cowabunga!"Â If there had been any birds in this barren, forsaken land, that random cry would have caused an entire flock to decide to migrate south early.
The trio had been traveling for days, and Sam slowing losing what his sanity he had intact. He was having the hardest time keeping either of the spork-sick beings quiet. Usually, he'd be able to silence one of them for thirty seconds before the increased ramblings of the other took over for it. Even when Sam had taken out one of his cooking knives with a homicidal look in his eyes, this had not given either Frodo or Gollum the subtle hint to shut their traps.
At one point, Sam even considered just taking the Spork away from Frodo and running off to hide it where neither he nor the sneaky Gollum would find it. However, that plan quickly was put away when Sam realized that the moment he touched that vile utensil, he too would start rambling. He shuddered at the thought. "That's not for me," he decided quickly.
"Why was there bacon in the soap!?"Â Frodo suddenly screamed.
"I made it myself!" Gollum answered in a high squeaky voice that Sam silently prayed he would never have to hear ever again. This was the worst: when they teamed up on their rambling.
Sam could feel his resolve rapidly breaking, and he knew he wouldn't be able to take anymore of this without a silent rest. Vainly hoping for some sort of reason to seep into Frodo's brain, Sam turned to his friend. "The sun's rising, and I know Gollum will want to stop. Why don't we get some sleep?"
"If I don't get my 23 and a half hours of sleep, I'm cranky all day."Â Frodo remarked.
Finally, Sam snapped. "Enough with this insanity! Can't you two stay quiet for three seconds before complete filth comes pouring out of your mouths?"
"Awww," Gollum said. "Somebody needs a hug."
Sam pointed at Gollum, his finger shaking in anger. "Don't...you...come...near...me!"
Gollum sat on the ground and crossed his arms, much like a pouting child. "Nasty hobbit." Slowly in his twisted little mind, his own plan was forming.
Frodo saw the pain on his friend's face and collected every ounce of control he had over himself to stop rambling. "I'm sorry, Sam. Come on, we should all get some rest." Silently, Frodo hoped that he would not be plagued by another nightmare, but he did not want to worry his already frazzled Sam about such little problems as troubled dreams.
All three of them curled up in their own little spaces that they claimed as their beds for the day. Sam tried as hard as he could to get comfortable with the tree root as a pillow, but he knew that they could be walking in the wilderness for the rest of the Third Age before he would ever get used to it. Turning to Frodo who was not too far away, he apologized. "I'm sorry that I was so curt. Sleep well, Master Frodo."
"You too, Sam. Good sleep to you as well, Gollum."
"Goodnight John-Boy."
Sam screamed.