I feel special. I didn't even hardly try. I just wandered over there looking for Emus and suddenly, BAM! I was called a whore! And mean! And I was like HEY! Apologize to me! And they were all like NO! We hates you! You needs to go outside, they tells us, outside in the cold, my precious, the cold and the dark and BE ALONE!! Nasssty mean hobbits treating us so, but we are used to it, GOLLUM! Wretched, we is, wretched and stinking, never allowed to sit and talk with the nice folk in their fansssscy clothes using their pretty words. We hates them too, my precious! We hates them forever!@!@!@!@@!!!!
What a BIG PUSSY!!!, we thinks. Then we goes to see our friend, and we are called a skank there. Now we are going to sit under our bridge, and feel wretched.