"What did i say?" said Bilbo, "and please dont cook me kind sirs! I'm a good cook, and i'll cook a perfectly beautiful breakfast for you if only you wont have me for supper!"
"Poor little blighter," said william. "Poor little blighter! Let him go!"
"Not till he says what he means by 'lots and none at all.' I don't want to have me throat cut in me sleep. Hold his toes in the fire, 'til he talks."
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