"Bless us and splash us, my precioussss!  I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tastey morsel it'd make us, gollum!"

"Sssss.  Praps we sits here and chats with it a bitsy, my preciousss.  It likes riddles, praps it does, does it?"

"If precious asks, and it doesn't answer, we eats it, my preciousss."

"Teeth! teeth! my preciousss; but we has only six!"

But suddenly Gollum remembered theiving from nests long ago, and sitting under the river bank teaching his grandmother, teaching his grandmother to suck--"Eggses!" he hissed.  "Eggses it is!"

"Is it nice, my preciousss?  Is it juicy?  Is it scrumptiously crunchable?"

"What has it got in its pocketses?"

"Where iss it?  Where iss it?  Losst it is, my precious, lost, lost!  Curse and crush us, my precious is lost!"

"It musn't ask us.  Not it's business, no, gollum!  It's losst, gollum, gollum, gollum."

"Curse the Baggins!  It's gone!  What has it got in its pocketses?  Oh we guess, we guess, my precious.  He's found it, yes he must have.  My birthday present."

"Ssss, sss, gollum!  Goblinses!  Yes, but if it's got the present, our precious present, then goblinses will get it, gollum!  They'll find it, they'll find out what it does.  We shan't ever be safe again, never, gollum!  One of the goblinses will put it on.  Not even our clever eyeses will notice him; and he'll come creepsy and tricksy and catch us, gollum, gollum!"