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[lastest_ringbearer]

 The cold hard lands, they bites our hands, they gnaws our feet! The rocks and stones are like old bones, all bare of meat! *Here he pauses: the possible options he's come up with, over the years, for continuing require that he either rhyme 'feet' with itself or use the word 'fish' for two lines in a row. Despite his (admittedly small) ambitions Smeagol is not an especially good poet, nor does he have a wide range of topics to choose from.

*Thus he's going with his usual non-solution to problems he can't deal with, which is to splash at the water while hissing and muttering to himself. Happily he's discovered swim trunks; his old clothes were a nightmare and have been relegated to the rag pile.*

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[museicalmarty]

[Marty lets him have his little argument with himself -- he doesn't think getting involved would do anyone any good. Smeagol's declaration of biting and clawing and strangling anyone who tries to hurt him is -- somewhat unnerving, but he supposes he can't blame him] That -- sounds for the best, yeah. He's the one who's best at that sort of thing.

[lastest_ringbearer]

*Smeagol nods agreeably once he's done with his weird argument.* Gollum's the fighter, ssso he isss.

Now then . . . what were we talking about again?

[museicalmarty]

Had to be, it sounds like.

A bunch of stuff -- went from music to Fae to the evil in your world. Maybe we can go back to that first one? [Marty would much rather do another guitar song than think about his Keeper or Sauron]

Good place to end, I think? I've got a brand new guy stuck in my head, don't want to overwhelm you

[lastest_ringbearer]

Musssic, yes. Smeagol will lisssten to music.

If you like! It does feel like they've said all they're gonna say for the moment

[museicalmarty]

Heh, all right, let me try. . . [he fiddles with the guitar for a moment, then does an instrumental version of Foreigner's 'I Want To Know What Love Is.' He does like a classic 80s power ballad]