Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
The Art of Flailing: A Hobbit’s Tale by the Bagginses
LOOK AT HOW THORIN SLIDES OUT ON THE END
Flee. Flee! Run for your lives. There is nowhere to hide.