"...tell us about your hobby," said Arwen. "In very minute detail."
"Very well," Gimli agreed.
"Oh boy! A hobby!" everyone else cried.
Before Gimli could begin his narrative, this random guy named Drew showed up. "Gimli!" He cried, and did a strange sort of dance around the room. "Can I tell them about your hobby, please?"
"Uh, certainly, young...stranger."
"Ha ha ha ha!!" The dance was repeated. Then, Drew put on a Welsh/Scottish/Gimli-ish accent and began his narrative. "Well, me favorite pasttime is runnin' through the forests of Mirkwood, lookin' fer little bunny rabbits."
As he spoke, Gimli nodded in approval. "Well, once I find these bunny rabbits, ther's only one thing ta do with 'em. D'you know what that is, laddys and lassies?"
"There's only one thing to do with a brace o' coneys...," muttered Sam under his breath.
When no one answered, Drew continued anyway. "That's right, molest 'em. I love to molest and rape them little devils, and then, I walk away and laugh at their bloody mangled corpses. Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!!" Drew disappeared.
"O.o That was...interesting," said everyone.
"Frodo, truth or dare?"
"You're asking me? Oh boy!"
"You're asking him? Oh boy!"
"I am asking you! Oh boy!"