I'm being tortured

My copy of the Two Towers Extended Edition arrived yesterday. It's sitting right next to my computer, and I swear the damned thing is singing to me. In a low, seductive whisper, that morphs from one hottie voice to another. Sometimes it's Elijah, sometimes Sean, sometimes Dave, etc., etc. And they're all murmuring and whispering and moaning the same thing:

Watch me. Come on, babe, you know you want to. Come on. Just take me in your hands, spread me open and take me out. Pop open that slot and slip me in. I want you to. Come on, baby. I want you to watch me...

Ooohhhh, DAMN. I can feel myself wilting, wavering, about to give in.


Willpower's a bitch.