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Write a monologue as Gollum from Lord of the Rings debating whether or not to keep the ring.
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We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false! No... not master. Yes, precious, false! They will cheat you, hurt you, LIE. Master is our friend. You don't have any friends; nobody likes you!

I'm not listening... I'm not listening...

You're a liar and a thief.

Nope.

Murderer.

Go away!

Go away? HAHAHA! We could be rid of it... once and for allses! It would free us. But it's ours, gollum, gollum, and we wants it! We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. 

But what if they finds out, huh? What then? If the nasty hobbitses knows that we has it, they takes it from us! They steals it! Tricksy little thieves! We hates them! Hates them forever!

No, no, not master. Master is good to us. Kind, even. Gives us fishes, doesn't he, precious? And nice cool water. He's not like the others. Not like the nasty orcses, or the wicked men. Maybe... maybe we should gives him the ring. Yes, yes, give it to him. Let him deal with its curse.

But it's mine! My own! My precious! Gollum, gollum! Can't let it go. Can't lose it again. Lost it once, didn't we, precious? And oh how we cried. How we searched. Searched until we found it again. Our precious. Our beautiful ring. Shiny and gold. So shiny...

But it hurts us. Hurts our mind. Makes us see things. Bad things. Dead things. And the eye... always watching. Always searching. Looking for its precious. For our precious. Wants to take it back. Back into the fire. Into the dark. Can't let it go there. Can't let it burn. No, no, must keep it safe. Keep it hidden. Keep it ours.

So we keeps it. Keeps it close. Never lets it go. The precious is ours. Ours alone. Nobody else can have it. Nobody else can touch it. It's ours. Ours. OURS! Gollum, gollum!