Gollum! Gollum!
Gollum! Gollum!
“We want’s it... and hates hobbitses” “We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!”
Smeagol hitlery.... now becoming Gollum So true.
“”Precious, precious, precious!” Gollum cried. “My Precious! O my Precious!” And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize, he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink, and then with a shriek he fell. Out of the depths came his last wail precious, and he was gone.”
We can dream this eats her up, as it appears to be doing. What an empty thing she is, and all of her supporters... empty.