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Sam had been sitting peacefully, looking at the river until Bingo decided to poke him, which in his opinion was ENTIRELY uncalled for.
"Why in the heck are you poking me you little orphan?" Sam asked him angrily, his eyes turning dark. He never could understand stupid children's nonsense. In fact he had never really understood any one else in the Shire ever. He couldn't stand their stupid habits, their dumb words, and anything else about them. If he wasn't a hobbit he would have run away years ago to a place that had no hobbits only himself. And perhaps a maid to cook for him. And perhaps another maid to clean up..... He shook his thoughts away and returned to being thoroughly mad at the young hobbit lad before him. He wasn't sure if Bingo had even said anything. He was sure he probably did.
"Blah blah blah, all your darn excuses. Get away from you!" He roared, totally prepared for a fist fight. A good long fist fight would make him happy and hungry and then he could eat some food and be happy. Yes, a good fist fight was just what he wanted. Particularly with this snot nosed little hobbit lad that had ticked him off by being so entirely stupid by deciding to poke him. Wasn't it enough that he had even agreed to go on this stupid idiotic adventure? Besides everything else didn't Bingo know who he was? He was Samuel Brandybuck for goodness sakes and no one and he meant no one should ever disturb him when he is actually in a good mood. For he was always in a good mood except for the times when others decided to make him angry then he was in a horrible, rotten mood where he just wanted to hurt others and eat.
The thought of food made Sam's stomach grumble in protest.
"SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?! NOW I'M HUNGRY AGAIN!" Sam bellowed as he got up and went over to his large pack to get some food.
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