JIM: Do you really expect me to sit in a cage for the rest of the holiday season?
CLAIRE: I don't say these things just so Waiterbot has stuff to listen to. Get in the box.
JIM: Okay, you know what? We've just gone past the point where I would've maybe possibly been able to forgive you for all this. You are now bound to my eternal hatred.
CLAIRE: Cool. Get in the box.
CLAIRE:Now what should we do? I'm all out of evil ideas.
WAITERBOT: Well, we still haven't opened today's gift box yet. I know how much you like presents, master.
CLAIRE: Wow, would ya get a load of this?! Screw Double-Gift Day...we just hit the real jackpot! Three presents for Team Evil?
WAITERBOT: You mean you're gonna share them with me?
CLAIRE: No, that's not what I was getting at.
KNACKS: Hey, what do you two think you're doing?! We're supposed to split the presents, remember?
CLAIRE: Splitting is so last week. These babies are all mine.
KUSE: We aren't leaving until you fork over half the presents, witch.
CLAIRE: Really? Sounds like a challenge to me. Fine -- you want half the gifts? Just fight Waiterbot for them.
WAITERBOT: I'll go easy on you, guys. I'll kill you, but I won't rip out your spine and eat it afterwards.
LATER...
KNACKS: ...and we wanted to fight Waiterbot for them, but the big chicken hid in the woods while Claire ran away with all of the presents!
KUSE: Someone must've tipped him off that I can beat Street Fighter 86 using Blanka. That's right, Mare -- Blanka.
KNACKS: How are we going to get our share of the gifts, my queen?
MARE: We have no time for that now! Let her have them! It'll keep 'em occupied while I'm finishing these books! Look, I have to figure out some way to knock Waiterbot out of the equation. There's no way we're ever gonna win this battle while she's got that steroid-drenched cactusfreak standing guard. Now what's the status on Random Jim? Is he unharmed?
KNACKS: Oh, right...Random Jim. Kuse, I told you we forgot something!
WAITERBOT: Master, looks like you've acquired another rare Playmobil set.
CLAIRE: And look at this! It's a sign that says "Merry Christmas!" When I kill Team Good, I'll hang it over their smoldering corpses in a fit of irony!
CLAIRE: Wow, check out the last present -- I finally have my own cellphone! And it's glowing!
WAITERBOT: Call the newspapers, master.
CLAIRE: Don't get smart. Remember, I can still force bad headaches on you with the flick of a wrist.
CLAIRE: I need to know if someone's refrigerator is running. Gimme a number.
WAITERBOT: 555-6732.
CLAIRE: Who's that?
WAITERBOT: The woman who played the first mother on The Fresh Prince.
CLAIRE: Oooh, good one.
MARE: Listen guys, I finished reading all of the books, and I think I have a plan to get rid of Waiterbot. I'll need your help, though -- you must bring me Claire's wand!
KUSE: Claire's wand?! Are you nuts? We'll never pull that off.
MARE: Okay, get me that wand, or you're both cut off from you-know-what.