WAITERBOT: Welcome to life, Mare Winningham XXVII. May it treat you better than it has treated me.
MARE: Who are you? Where am I?!
INKY: Boss...is she supposed to have wings?
WAITERBOT: From what I know, I admit that this is a new trait among the Mares.
LATER...
MARE: So let me get this straight. I'm the last in a long line of Mare Winningham clones, all born with bloodlust; the Mare from last year ruined your life; and you're here to enlist my help in some corny revenge plot against her old friends.
WAITERBOT: That's sort of a revisionist history version of the story, yes. If I'm being truthful, it was more this other Mare who we called "Claire" that ruined my life. The other Mare was friends with these kids I want you to help me kill. I don't know, it's all very complicated. Let's start fresh: I know you're Mare Winningham, and because of that, I know you're evil. I'm evil, too. It's pretty obvious that we should be on the same side.
MARE: And if I say no?
WAITERBOT: Then I'll just have to keep asking and asking until you go batshit crazy and explode.
WAITERBOT: Look, I'm not asking you to do anything your kind doesn't normally do anyway. You're a Mare! A bitch! A bona fide murdering supervillain! But I'm telling you, girl...you go out there alone, and you're gonna have a lot of trouble. All of the fresh meat has banded together into one strong faction. Only together do we have the power to wreak havoc proper. I gotta know right now -- before we go any further DO YOU LOVE ME, will you love me forever?
MARE: Well let me sleep on it. Brainy, Brainy, let me sleep on it.
LATER...
MARE: Okay, I've slept on it. I'll help you.
WAITERBOT: YES! What convinced you?
MARE: It's like you say. I'm a Mare.
MARE: By the way, you never told me your name.
WAITERBOT: It's Waiterbot. Einstein the Waiterbot.
MARE: Oh you poor, poor thing. I can't wait to help you kill people.
WAITERBOT: I haven't told you the best part -- my master plan! You're going to die when you hear this one. So, you see how I'm actually just this little brain-shaped creature who sucks on innocents' heads in order to gain control of their bodies?
MARE: Yeah, it's probably the coolest thing about you.
WAITERBOT: Well, I'm thinking about "trading up." After my liege Inky found where those filthy kids were hiding, they led me straight to the secret location of Santa's house. Mare, do you see where I'm going with this?
MARE: Duh. You practically drew pictures just now.
WAITERBOT: Inky, you know you're not allowed to touch my cape.
MARE: Oh, so that's Inky, huh? Where did you find him?
WAITERBOT: You were supposed to find out during the Halloween Countdown.
MEANWHILE...
KUSE: A duck? How do you feel about that?
KNACKS: I'm trying not to get too upset over it. After all, you let me keep the snowpeople. Anyway, ducks are kind of cool.
KUSE: That's right -- ducks are kind of cool. Keep telling yourself that.
KNACKS: Besides, how could I be upset? Look at what we have here, Kuse! Our very own family! We've never had that before. Not really, anyway. Last year came close, but all of our old friends either deserted us or got turned into Jesus.
KUSE: It is kinda nice having enough people around to play Twister.
KNACKS: I thought you hated Twister.
KUSE: I like to watch other people play.
KNACKS: Heh, I think your fireman is hitting on my cat.
KNACKS: So this is what the LEGO gods gave you today? What the hell is it?
KUSE: Not really sure. It's some kind of podium with a steering wheel.
KNACKS: I've been wanting one of those forever.
KUSE: It tells time, too. It's 10 to 8.
KNACKS: AHHHHH WE ALMOST MISSED IT! HURRY! FOLLOW ME!
LATER...
KUSE: Knacks, I'm bored.
KNACKS: But this is one of the classics!
KUSE: Don't care. I'm bored.
CHARLIE BROWN: I'm going to buy a shitty Christmas tree AGAIN!
