KNACKS: What are we going to do? Waiterbot's got control of one Santa Claus body, and there's no telling what he has in store for the other one. This is all so confusing.
MARE: Give me a little while. I'll think of something. I always do.
KNACKS: Ugh, I can't believe Kuse. Look at him! Even with everything that's happened, he's still having a jolly good time with his LEGO present.
MARE: Knacks, we all deal with pain in our own special ways. That is Kuse's way. Let Kuse have his way.
MARE: Kuse, what are you building?
KUSE: Okay, I swear to you...I followed the instructions EXACTLY as they were written, and this is what I ended up with. It's a vice mixed with a steering unit mixed with radio antennas and a swivel chair. Are you sure Waiterbot isn't fucking around with the LEGO calendar too?
MARE: Not possible. There's no way he'd even know it existed. This would be a major ace in the hole for us if LEGO gave us even one thing even remotely usable.
KUSE: Well, whatever this thing is, it's pretty heavy. Maybe we could just throw it at his chest.
KNACKS: Wow, I can't believe this! Yesterday I got a cow, now I've got a horse!
MARE: Now we can flip a coin to see which animal carries our stuff!
KNACKS: Mare. I don't have any coins. :(
MARE: God damn it.
MARE: There they are, Knacks. Snowpeople, a horse, a cow, and Legotron. If this is what we're storming Waiterbot's stolen castle with, we're gonna need a fucking miracle.
KNACKS: But Mare! You make miracles! All the time! Surely we stand a chance?
MARE: You'd think so, but remember -- this isn't just Waiterbot and Waiterbetty we're dealing with. It's Waiterbot and Waiterbetty with the powers of Santa and Mrs. Claus. We're going to need a giant miracle. Mine are more medium-sized.
KUSE: Okay, I'm absolutely bored of this. Let's just go there, break down the door and see what happens. I'm not wasting the rest of the month worrying about whether we'll be able to rip two facehuggers off of the Clausesesses. Whatever will be will be, but let's just get this frickin' thing over with.
KNACKS: The man has a point, Mare.
MARE: Seriously Kuse, that was some speech. I'm dripping over here.
KUSE: I shoot from the hip.
LATER!
WAITERBETTY: We shouldn't wait too long, hubby. Those fool heroes you spoke of will surely try to rescue Santa II once they find out what we've done.
WAITERBOT: Well, somebody should've thought of that before insisting that we kidnap him, aye Waiterbetty? Aye?
WAITERBETTY: Stop Fonzing and figure out what to do. I ain't going down like no bitch.
WAITERBOT: Give me a little while. I'll think of something. I always do.
WAITERBOT: Don't you have any brothers or anything? We could make him one of us!
WAITERBETTY: Quit being absurd, you know we're the last of our kind. Just hit him over the head with a hammer and be done with it.
WAITERBOT: Honey, you know he's no good to us dead. As much as it pains me, we must keep Santa alive.
WAITERBETTY: We can still torture him a little though, right?
WAITERBOT: Duh. There's been at least fifteen leeches crawling on his balls since morning.
MARE: Okay guys, this is it! Some of you might not make it, but you'll be remembered throughout history as part of the team who SAVED CHRISTMAS! And as if that isn't a good enough reason to die, you'll also get to find out if there's really an afterlife! This is YOUR DAY!
