I am actually blessed with a fair circle of folk who enjoy LOTR, to a greater or lesser degree.
One day the humorous teasing had risen to a rather intense pitch, and my at my husband's repartee I was vanquished. So I curled up on the couch and whimpered: "Cruel men hurtss uss. Masster betrays uss!" It got a good general laugh.
*All* the men in the group are fishermen; you can imagine; 'nough said. Except that i am not overly fond of fisssh myself. "Give me chipss now, and keep nassssty fissssh."
When discussing something nassty: "And they doesn't taste very good, does they preciouss?"
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