KUSE: Sometimes. I mean, last year was pretty interesting if nothing else. We didn't always see eye to eye, but yeah, I guess I do miss Mare a little bit.
KNACKS: I miss her a lot. I really thought she'd be back this year.
KUSE: I don't know, man. Santa was really vague about everything. She's either stuck in prehistoric times or floating around as a ghastly spirit or just plain dead. I'm holding a head, but I'm not going to hold my breath.
KNACKS: I keep looking at all the shitty gifts I'm getting and thinking that that's the reason this has been such a shitty Christmas season. Truth is, it just doesn't feel like Christmas without Mare here.
KUSE: Try not to think about it too much. There's really nothing we can do.
KUSE: Jeez, this place still gives me the creeps.
KNACKS: I'm still holding out hope. Maybe one of the boxes left has Mare in it.
KUSE: Knacks, even if one of them does, it won't be our Mare. It'll be some other Mare. You know the rules.
KNACKS: I just thought that if I wished hard enough, there wouldn't be a new Mare and we'd just get our old Mare back.
KNACKS: Instead, I'm getting rats.
KUSE: Like I said, Knacks. There's nothing you can do about it. Best you just forget about Mare and try to make the most of what we have.
KNACKS: You're wrong, Kuse. There's one thing I can do about it.
KNACKS: ...I can pray.
MEANWHILE...
WAITERBOT: ...Mare?
WAITERBOT: What are you doing? You've been staring out that window for over an hour.
MARE: Oh, nothing. I was just thinking.
WAITERBOT: Well knock it off, you're freaking me out.
WAITERBOT: Come downstairs. Inky is setting fire to Mrs. Claus's fingers and we're all having a blast watching it.
