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"Sam, I'm going away."
sweepsweepsweep "Yes, Mr. Frodo."
"No, really. I'm going away. On a Great Adventure."
sweepsweepsweep "That's your foot, sir. Thank you."
"To save the world, Sam. From Evil."
sweepsweepsweep "From Evil?"
"Oh, yes. All sorts. Bunches. Droves."
sweepsweepsweep "Is that a fact."
"Yes, indeed. I have been chosen, so to speak. It is my Destiny."
sweepsweepsweep "Is it?"
"In spades."
sweepsweepsweep sweepsweepsweep
"Sam?"
sweepsweepsweep "That's your other foot, sir."
"You could come with me. See the world. Smite Evil."
sweepsweepsweep "Will there be Elves, sir?"
"More Elves than you can shake your stick at."
sweepsweepsweep "My stick gets shook pretty regular now, Mr. Frodo." blinkblink "Ah. Umm..."
sweepsweepsweep
"Yes. Well. You know the old saying, Sam: one stick gets the job done, but two sticks pack a bigger wallop."
sweepsweepsweep "Do they?"
"Much bigger..." cough "Wallop."
sweepsweepsweep "I wouldn't know about the wallop, sir." sweepsweepsweep
"Umm, Sam? Perhaps..."
sweepsweepsweep
"Perhaps we could...*
sweepsweepsweep "Wallop, sir?"
gasp coughcough
sweepsweepsweep "It does seem to me, Mr. Frodo..."
"Sam..."
sweepsweepclunk "Since we're goin' on this trip and all..."
"Sam?..."
clattercrashbang "When it comes to shakin sticks..."
"...?!..."
rustlerustlethud "No Elf's gonna get the jump on me..."
squeak
tbc
