Unicron: Welcome, Smeagol.

Smeagol: Who...who says that?

Unicron: I have summoned you here for a purpose.

Smeagol: Nobody summons us but the precious!

Unicron: Then it pleases me to be the second.

Smeagol: What does it wants of us?! What does it wants?!

Unicron: This is my command. You are to destroy the Ring of Power. It is the One Ring, the ONLY ring, that can stand in my way!

Smeagol: You has nothing to fear... the Baggins, it takes the precious to the dark place! To the fires! The precious is already gone!

Unicron: You exaggerate.

Smeagol: The tricksy hobbitses is dead, and the precious gone with them!

Unicron: The Smeagol will be dead if it doesn't listen. The Ring has been intercepted by a leader of Gondor: Faramir. Destroy it for me.

Smeagol: Why?! Why shoulds we?!

Unicron: Your bargaining posture is highly dubious, but very well. I will give you a new name, and a new croaking noise in your throat.

Smeagol: Ands?

Unicron: ANDS NOTHING!... You belong to me.

Smeagol: We belongs to no one!

Unicron: Perhaps I misjudged you. Proceed... on your way to oblivion.

Smeagol: Aaaaaiee! No! NO! We accepts your terms... we accepts!

Unicron: Excellent. Behold... GOLLUM!

Gollum: We shall gets the precious, master... we shall gets it, gollum.