"No way in hell!" You say, "Pippin is MINE! I love him! YOU can't have him!!! Here!" You shove Frodo towards Deep Sea Dolphin. "You can have him!"

"Okay!" Deep Sea Dolphin says, glomping Frodo. She aims her sword at Frodo and says, "Hang on, this will hurt!"

"Huh? Wait a second..." Frodo says, obviously confused.

"No! Not Master Frodo!" Sam yells, and, grabbing Boromir's dinner plate, that some people like to call a 'shield', leaps in front of Frodo. Deep Sea Dolphin's sword jars off of the shield, yet she still looks happy.

"Oh, don't worry! It's ok!" She looks at Frodo. "YOU can be my priest." She looks at Sam. "YOU can be my general. Ok? Ok!"

At this point, Aragorn has finaly gotten over the horror of being accused of wearing lingerie. "FRODO!" He yells, "I'LL SAVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!"

Whadabout Sam? you wonder.

"I'm sorry," Deep Sea Dolphin says. "Really. But I only have two positions open. I can't hire you all." Deep Sea Dolphin looks at everyone in despair. "What should I do?" she whines. "I only wanted to be popular! WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

You step forward and hug Deepie. "But you are popular, Deepie. You always have been, and you always will be." At this point she breaks down into great, gasping sobs. "Don't worry," you say. "Everything will be okay."

You decide to:

Scold everyone for being so mean to Deepie.

Continue consoling Deepie.