KNACKS: Can you believe this? Now my birds are getting presents. Playmobil sucks this year.
KUSE: Yeah, I think we're well past the point where you could possibly find this humorous. Now it's just sad.
KUSE: Then again, today's haul wasn't too great for me either. I feel like someone must've told Santa that I'm into directing traffic or something. Did you tell Santa that?
KNACKS: Please. Look at what Playmobil's been giving me. I've got badder fish to fry than whatever you're getting.
KUSE: We should probably just go ask the fat man what the fuck is going on.
KNACKS: Okay -- let's count to five. If nothing interrupts us, we'll go straight to Santa's house and see what's what.
KUSE: 1, 2, 3, 4...
MISTA: HEY STOP COUNTING, I have something for you guys!
KUSE: Ugh, I forgot about this idiot. Why did you have to bring him home?
KNACKS: I was on the rebound.
MISTA: It's my special one-of-a-kind fruitcake! I make it every year and everybody loves it!
KUSE: Today has taken a grave turn.
KNACKS: How bad could it be? It's just cake. A cake is a cake is a cake.
MISTA: Dig in, boys! You're going to have happy stomachs!
KNACKS: Is it just me, or did Mista Snowman learn how to shit and then turn his shit into cake?
KUSE: Look at the piece I got. He must be bleeding out the ass. This cake is fucking awful.
KUSE: Hey snowman, why are you feeding us your bloody shit?
KNACKS: What I think Kuse means to say is that there's something a little "off" about this cake.
MISTA: A LITTLE OFF?! You're a little off!
MISTA: Okay guys, you'll show 'em! Eat this cake and TELL ME you're not in heaven!
JONES: This cake is hopeless, completely hopeless.
FIREMAN: I think this cake gave me Scarlet fever. I can't believe a cake gave me Scarlet fever.
BOB: Name's Bob. Cake sucks.
CONVICT: So what, did the snowman shit in this or something?
MISTA: FOOLS! All of you are FOOLS! What's wrong with your mouths? How could they all be so wrong?
MISTA: I don't have to take this disrespect. It's not my fault you all have screwy mouths.
MISS SNOWMAN: Baby, is this really necessary?
MISTA: Hell yes it's necessary. They're telling me I made a crappy cake! My old fraternity buddies are in town -- I'm gonna go pay 'em a visit and see what they think. I'd get your opinion, but I know you have that specially developed severe fruitcake allergy.
MISS SNOWMAN: Yes, yes I absolutely have that allergy, just like I told you. Promise.
LATER...
MISTA: Good to see you again, guys. Now tell me -- is that not the greatest cake you've ever eaten in your entire life?
VIPER: Duuuude! Is there shit in this cake?
STORM SHADOW: Looks like some people never grew up after college.
