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*screams and rattles cage*
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THAT PICTURE AND WHO THE FUCK IS BILBO AND WHO THE FUCK IS LADY ANN AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND I'M FUCKING SCARED AND I'M GOING TO FUCKING SCREAM AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
*screams and weeps and screams and weeps again*
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THAT PICTURE AND WHO THE FUCK IS BILBO AND WHO THE FUCK IS LADY ANN AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND I'M FUCKING SCARED AND I'M GOING TO FUCKING SCREAM AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
*screams and weeps and screams and weeps again*
Uh...Dayze, hon, you need some help there?
Who's Dayze? *whimpers* Who are you?
Oh dear.
Okay, we'll start small. Your name is Daisy Gamgee. See, like it says in your picture there?
My name is Ann. I'm a friend of yours.
You seem to be in some distress. Would you like some assistance?
Okay, we'll start small. Your name is Daisy Gamgee. See, like it says in your picture there?
My name is Ann. I'm a friend of yours.
You seem to be in some distress. Would you like some assistance?
...Daisy ...Gamgee? The armadillo said one of my husbands was called Samwise Gamgee!
..But I've never seen you before in my life...
Yes. Please could you let me out of this box? Somebody sold me!
..But I've never seen you before in my life...
Yes. Please could you let me out of this box? Somebody sold me!
Don't listen to armadillos. They spend a lot of time in the sun and it addles them. You're, like, 13 or 14 and completely unmarried. Your Dad is called Samwise, and even if he liked young stuff, it is highly unlikely, for many reasons, that he would marry you.
I can certainly try to let you out.
::appears in the box with you::
Hi! We've met before actually, but I guess we're meeting again. Take my hand and I'll get you outta here.
::transports you to the Whorehouse lobby::
I can certainly try to let you out.
::appears in the box with you::
Hi! We've met before actually, but I guess we're meeting again. Take my hand and I'll get you outta here.
::transports you to the Whorehouse lobby::
But... but the armadillo said I had TWO husbands! And the armadillo was nice to me.
*appears in whorehouse*
*awe*
You must be a god. *drops to knees and worships*
Grr...I hate this dress!
*appears in whorehouse*
*awe*
You must be a god. *drops to knees and worships*
Grr...I hate this dress!
You don't have any husbands, Dayze. Not that it's at all difficult to get married around here. Your armadillo, though personable, is seriously misinformed.
Um...you should probably get up. I'm not a god, and I'm not at all certain about who's been doing what on that carpet. Would you like some cocoa or something? Bilbo - that's one of your brothers, he's in that picture up there - likes cocoa.
There's a ton of clothes in the Whorehouse wardrobe if you'd like something else. I understand a lot of the clients like to dress up.
Did you say you were sold?
Um...you should probably get up. I'm not a god, and I'm not at all certain about who's been doing what on that carpet. Would you like some cocoa or something? Bilbo - that's one of your brothers, he's in that picture up there - likes cocoa.
There's a ton of clothes in the Whorehouse wardrobe if you'd like something else. I understand a lot of the clients like to dress up.
Did you say you were sold?
No husbands? But the armadillo said that I had two...
*gets up*
Bilbo? *confused* Yes, please, some cocoa would be nice...
*finds a business suit, much too large, and puts it on*
Yes! I was sold! One of my husbands and some lady (or it might have been a man...) with HUGE eye sold me to some warrior lady and she put me in a box!
*gets up*
Bilbo? *confused* Yes, please, some cocoa would be nice...
*finds a business suit, much too large, and puts it on*
Yes! I was sold! One of my husbands and some lady (or it might have been a man...) with HUGE eye sold me to some warrior lady and she put me in a box!
Here ya go. ::gives you hot choccy::
Aw, you look cute. ::helps you roll up the sleeves::
Well, a warrior lady could be pretty much anybody in Middle-Earth. Hang on...one of your husbands...and a lady with HUGE eyes...?
She had blue eyes? Brown curly hair? Extremely pissy disposition?
Aw, you look cute. ::helps you roll up the sleeves::
Well, a warrior lady could be pretty much anybody in Middle-Earth. Hang on...one of your husbands...and a lady with HUGE eyes...?
She had blue eyes? Brown curly hair? Extremely pissy disposition?
Correction: I didn't pay a cent for her. Aw c'mon Ann, I was going to give her to Eowyn! Tell me they wouldn't get along perfectly.
*squeals* That's me! That's me! You drew me! *giggles* It's the dragon and minister getting married. I love it! You're the best drawing person in the entire world.
nice drawing :) it reminds me of my attemps at wrapping christamas prestents. somehow i always end up with wrapping stapled to me ;)
Eomer.
Why, hello. How nice that you've once again chosen to mistreat someone I care for! The Rohirrim are buying and selling sentients now?
I'm going to make you a proposition, Sparky. You can help remedy this situation - including finding competent medical care for Daisy and compensating her for locking her in a goddamn BOX! - and find out what's happened to the other Gamgee children, giving them aid where necessary, or...you can spend thirty seconds in close quarters with me and my shovel.
Answer quickly. The clock is ticking.
Why, hello. How nice that you've once again chosen to mistreat someone I care for! The Rohirrim are buying and selling sentients now?
I'm going to make you a proposition, Sparky. You can help remedy this situation - including finding competent medical care for Daisy and compensating her for locking her in a goddamn BOX! - and find out what's happened to the other Gamgee children, giving them aid where necessary, or...you can spend thirty seconds in close quarters with me and my shovel.
Answer quickly. The clock is ticking.
And the other fellow...had hair about your color, and was chubby and servile?
*stares at little boy oddly*
...Who are you?
...Who are you?
That's youre brother Bilbo. He likes insects.
I'm Bilbo, you're little brother. Don't you know me? I sang to you. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how I love you. Please don't take your sunshine away. Remember?
Hi, Bilbo! Honey, are you okay? Do you need help?
Oh yes. Or at least I thought I did. There's some chance I may be getting to know their internal organs rather soon.
*vaguely remembers something*
Can you tell Merry where I am? I don't think he knows. Dommie is making me pancakes, and Lijah pats my head a lot. There's a Billy here too, but he makes this mean face, *makes horrible face* and then his neck looks all weird. If I were tall enough, I would hit him in the back of the head so his face stayed like that. Maybe I'll climb up on the table.
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