I really need to write more but I'm not supposed to use the computer as much anymore since exams are coming…

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"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Sméagol grabbed onto the edge of the bathtub desperately, doing all he could to prevent being dragged out of the bathtub.

"Gosh, could you just decide whether you like baths? Then we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble!" Patrick huffed and puffed, tugging on Sméagol's huge feet.

Kathy stood back, determined to try a more diplomatic approach. "Come on, Sméagol, let go of the bathtub, you can have another bath tomorrow. But you have to get out now. Please, Sméagol?"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

All righty then. She joined Patrick in tugging on his feet.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Nat glowered at the hyena standing behind her. "What, you never see a person fall down before?" she snapped.

"Well, not as spectacularly as you have," Deon said between peals of laughter. "Admit it, you can't wear a dress!"

"Shut up, Deon, neither can you." Nat held her dress up high and stalked off.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Deon glared at Nat, sitting across him at the table. The evil woman had put SALT in his ale! Mounds and mounds of salt! At least, that was what it tasted like. He just knew that he shouldn't have trusted her even near his food. "What, you never see a person choke before?"

"Well, not as spectacularly as you have," Nat said sweetly. "Admit it, you can't hold your salt!"

Deon sighed. He just couldn't believe that he was to be stuck here with this… this… creature!

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Kathy, Patrick and TWG sat around the table, eating their respective different meals. Kathy was having pasta, Patrick was having fisherman's pie and TWG was having sashimi. They sat silently, not finding any common topic to speak about. Patrick eyed TWG's plate. The sashimi did look awful nice… he would really like some… perhaps he could come to some trade-off with TWG.

"Hey, would you like some of my pie?" he offered. "It's fish."

TWG eyed the pie. "Okay." He grinned as Patrick gave him a slice, then began eating again. Without offering Patrick anything. Patrick sighed. Well, he shouldn't have expected TWG to have any sense of courtesy.

"Erm… Sméagol, I think you should offer Patrick some of your food," Kathy suggested.

"But we don't wants to."

"But he offered you his," Kathy pointed out.

"He asks us if we wants his food, and we says yes. We didn't ask for his food. But we don't wants to offer him our food."

Kathy found nothing to say to that, and once again the table lapsed into silence, except for the clinking of the silverware on the plates. (TWG had finally given in, and was gingerly using a fork.)

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"Do you really have to tap this rock every single day?" Deon complained.

"What, you want me here in Middle-earth forever?" Nat shot back. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he had to fight the urge not to do likewise. He was a mature soldier of Rohan, and one day he would get his chance to prove himself. He would not stoop to the level of this uncouth woman.

"Well, I do hope then that it would just swallow you up one day and then we'd get this all over with."

"Don't worry, Deon, I wish for the same thing. Nobody wants to be stuck with some poncy servant forever, you know."

Argh, she was so infuriating. He stuck his tongue out at her.

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This is an incredibly short entry, I realise, but I'm really sorry I have no clue what more to write!