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Smagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?
Po-ta-toes said Sam. The Gaffer's delight, and rare good ballast for an empty belly. But you won't find any, so you needn't look. But be good Smagol and fetch me some herbs, and I'll think better of you. What's more, if you turn over a new leaf, and keep it turned, I'll cook you some taters one of these days. I will; fried fish and chips served by S. Gamgee. You couldn't say no to that.
Yes, yes we could. Spoiling nice fish, scorching it. Give me fish now, and keep nassty chips!
Oh, you're hopeless, said Sam. Go to sleep!

J. R. R. Tolkien