- December 2, 2004 -

MARE: Knacks, go ahead, this one's yours.

KNACKS: Really? I can open it?! I can keep it for me?!!

MARE: Well, we can all share, but you get the first round. Go for it!

KNACKS: I think it's a wreath.

MARE: Actually, it's a Christmas centerpiece. Wreaths wouldn't have lit candles pointing out of them at those angles.

KNACKS: You teach me something new everyday!

KUSE: God, Knacks. Just tattoo her name all over your ass and be done with it already.

KNACKS: Miss Mare, check it out! Now I can be your living centerpiece, following you wherever you may go and assuming a central position!

MARE: Hey, I have a question. I've noticed that you take off your helmet a lot. Why doesn't Kuse?

KNACKS: He made me promise never to tell, but I'll gladly break that vow if you really want to know.

MARE: No, forget it, it's not that important.

KUSE: Knacks and Mare have it so easy. They don't know what it's like to be me. They don't know the pain and anguish I go through everyday. Anybody who's ever said "woe is me" never met Kuse, no sir. I'm unlucky... I'm tormented... I'm cursed...

KUSE: ...I'm the Stormtrooper without a face. :(