Like a Ferengi I sit and count my gold press latinum... in a dark cave I caress my gift points... the words "My preciooouusss......" escapes from my mouth... No, my gift points are safe! None will be given away for any awards points at all! Not at all, my own, my precious. Because we held a competition! And none of the other hobbitsses came! Nasty hobbits! Fat hobbits!
*cough* Gollum! *cough*
Murderer, they called ussss! Drove us away they did! But we don't care... we have precious... my own, my one, my precious... competition is over! Nobody wins! Nobody gets my precious gift points...
*cough* Gollum! *cough*
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