Oakey: Precious!!!! It is mine! Mine!
Jay: Master looks after us. Master wouldnÆt hurt us.
Oakey: Master broke his promise.
Jay: DonÆt ask Jay. Poor Jay.
Oakey: Master betrayed us! Wicked, tricksy, false. We ought to ring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both. And then we take the precious and we be the master.
Jay: The fat hobbit. He knows. HeÆs always watching.
Oakey: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyes. And then make him crawl.
Jay: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Oakey: Kill them both.
Jay: Yes! No. No. ItÆs too risky, itÆs too risky.
Oakey: We could let her do it. Yes. She could do it. Yes, precious she could. And then we takes it once theyÆre dead. Once theyÆre dead.

Heheheh... MY R151F!!!! MINE!!!!

Jay

<small>[ June 30, 2003, 03:14 PM: Message edited by: Oakey ]</small>