Didn't have a choice did Smeagol. We wonder what might have happened had we ssstayed . . . but considering what the Precious wasss doing to our poor head already, praps it's bessst not to find out. Poor Deagol, poor Smeagol . . .

*He belatedly remembers about hospitality and shuffles his feet.* Sssit? We has chairs now. We likes them.