We swears to serve the master of the
precious.
“Many that
live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?
Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise
cannot see all ends.”
Gandalf the Grey
It came to me, my own, my love... my... preciousssss.
The big, fat, 200kg public workers sits on our back, precious, a
50kg hard worker, and they still wants, when they see the food, the
fat ones still wants to eat, they leaves nothing for the skinny us, in the back
of who theirs sitting. They
stole it from us, precious. Sneaky, fat public workers. They
don’t work. Curse
them. We hates
public workers.
Gollum. Gollum.
We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious.
Liars. Thieves. More than
three quarters of Romanians are socially assisted, precious.
Children, elders, little mummies, little
babies. The thieves. The filthy communist, socialist thieves wants to
steal it from us, precious. They wants education and health care for the filthy,
poor, stupid people and theirs wicked children. They wants we pays theirs
filthy pensions. They wants everybody to sit on our hard working back. They
don’t work. We hates socialists and theirs stupid voters.
Gollum. Gollum.
It's ours, it is, and we wants it!
Stinky Greeks stole it
from us, precious. Lazy Greeks don’t work. We hates Greeks and we ought to throw them in the sea.
Gollum. Gollum.
…
Lost! Lost! My Precious is lost!! We
ought to wring theirs filthy necks. Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all. And
then we take the precious and we be the master!
…
Gollum: So bright... so
beautiful... ah, Precious.
Frodo: What did you say?
Gollum: Master should be resting, Master needs to keep up his strength.
Frodo: [standing up] Who are you?
Gollum: Mustn't ask us, not it's business. Gollum, gollum.
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River-folk.
Gollum: Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travelers far from home.
Frodo: [next to Gollum] He said your life was a sad story.
Gollum: They do not see what lies ahead, when Sun has faded and Moon is dead.
Frodo: [in front of Gollum] You were not so very different from a Hobbit once, were you?
[Gollum looks up at him]
Frodo: Smeagol.
Gollum: What did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once, wasn't it?
Gollum: My name? My name... Sméagol.
Frodo: What did you say?
Gollum: Master should be resting, Master needs to keep up his strength.
Frodo: [standing up] Who are you?
Gollum: Mustn't ask us, not it's business. Gollum, gollum.
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River-folk.
Gollum: Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travelers far from home.
Frodo: [next to Gollum] He said your life was a sad story.
Gollum: They do not see what lies ahead, when Sun has faded and Moon is dead.
Frodo: [in front of Gollum] You were not so very different from a Hobbit once, were you?
[Gollum looks up at him]
Frodo: Smeagol.
Gollum: What did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once, wasn't it?
Gollum: My name? My name... Sméagol.
