They hurts us, they hurts us, precious. Nassty Elven-rope! And they say bad things about us to masster, and tries to make him angry. Angry at uss, precious. Not nice to poor Smeagol. And they ruins our fisshess! Makes them black and hot, not soft and juicy-sweet. We hates them, hates them, precious!
... so we have our moments... that doesn't mean... that... we should be hated
and sometimes we mix up people's genders... but... ya know... it's not like we are human or something...