Tolkien: The ents decide not to... what the ruddy hell is THIS?!?

Tolkien: What a pile of—why I haven't felt this violated since Mr. Spock sang the infernally blasted Ballad of Bilbo Baggins!!! I'm going to go over there right now and—
[crash]
Tolkien: Oh, Great Heavens! Hm. Hmm.
[boom]
Tolkien: Hm! Hmm. (mumble mumble mumble)
[boom]
Tolkien: (mumble mumble mumble)
[boom]
Tolkien: (mumble mumble mumble)
[crash]
Tolkien: Ohh!
[boom]
Tolkien: (mumble mumble mumble)
[boom]

Sun: Ay, up! Thsss.
[boom]
Sun: Ayy, up!
[boom]
Sun: Thsss.
[boom]
Sun: Ayy, up!
Tolkien: Stop that! Stop that!
[boom]
Sun: Ay, up!
Tolkien: Stop that!
[boom]
Tolkien: Look on! Clear off! Go on! Go away! Go away! Go away! And you! Clear off!
[sniff]
Sun: (mumble mumble mumble)
[bells]
Tolkien: Hah. Bloody weather!