Like you are naked in your cave, just covetting the precious....and before anyone says anything I'm aware it is literally the embodiment of addiction....Anyhow now this little fucking dude comes in and you wanna eat him for some reason. And you aren't paying attention but if this fucking guy doesn't guess properly, he's going to be in your mouth.

Anyways, he fucking hits you with this real beauty:

"What's in my pocket?"

Before thinking, you just burst out with:

"Is it your dick?"

"Uh...no....two more chances...." He's so fucking smug, rubbing that pocket.

"Its gotta be your dick?"

"I assure, you, it isn't my dick. One more chance..."

"It is totally your dick."

"Wrong again! I win, now a deal is a deal. Do what you promised."

So on the way down to your knees, right before you get a hobbit hotdog, you realize you haven't seen your precious in awhile, and it clicks.

"My preciousss....THIEVING LITTL UGGGH."

"It isn't little and that's right.....sniff...snifff...(those are key pumps off sting)....that's your precious, love your precious, HEY no teeth!"

GENTLEMAN AND THE ONE LADY IN THIS THREAD, this has been brought to you by cocaine.

LOVE YOU.

P.s: Not like it matters, but this actually took place in the Hobbit, before anyone says anything, well not that...you know what I mean.