DOCTOR: Can you believe it, Fireman? We actually survived!
FIREMAN: Yeah, but what about Orange Oswald, and Blue Oswald, and that guy who sweeps, and the other fireman guy? It's hard to be happy when so many of our buddies are gone.
DOCTOR: I'm not finding it all that hard.
MARE: Well guys, it's over. Once again, Christmas is saved.
KUSE: And it's all thanks to a giant rabbit demon god named Leviathan.
KNACKS: Now there's something you don't get to say too often.
KNACKS: Don't you gotta get back to the office, Kuse?
KUSE: Naw. Fuck it. They'll live. Besides, all of Hare's witch equipment is still downstairs. We can eBay that shit and cover the house payments for six months, easy.
MARE:Yes!
KNACKS: Awesome. I think we're all forgetting something, though...
KNACKS: What are we going to do about that guy? Is he dangerous?
KUSE: Hssxxlllo? No way, he's not dangerous. In a roundabout way, he kind of saved our lives!
KUSE: Let me go talk to him.
MARE: Why do I have a feeling that I'm going to be changing cedar chips for the next twenty years?
KUSE: Come on, Mare...it's not like we don't have the space.
LATER!
CHER: God, what a crazy month! And what a beautiful tree!
KNACKS: I LOVE YOU!
CHER: Wh--huh?
KNACKS: I LOVE YOU, there, I said it.
CHER: Finally! Was that so hard?
KNACKS: Sort of. I mean, I feel all conflicted because here I am telling you that I love you, and I'm sure you're about to jet outta here to whatever dimension your Advent Calendar really came from. Almost seems...I dunno...pointless.
CHER: Oh, Knacks...
CHER: ...I'm not going anywhere.
KNACKS: Really? You mean you're staying?
CHER: Uh huh. Know why?
KNACKS: Because we have no real clear way of teleporting you back to your home dimension?
CHER: Nope. I'm not leaving because I love you, too.
KNACKS: Best. Christmas. Ever.
MEANWHILE...
KUSE: So how are you feeling, Hssxxlllo? Did Hare puncture your lungs or anything like that?
HSSXXLLLO: Physically, I'm fine. Mentally, I'm devastated. I'm so ashamed. I can't believe I did so many horrible things to so many good people, all because I believed in Hare's stupid New Age bullshit.
KUSE: People make mistakes, Hssxxlllo. The important thing is that you came to your senses when it really mattered the most.
KUSE: Look, I don't know where you're from or what your plans are, but if you want to, you're totally welcome to stay here with us.
HSSXXLLLO: I appreciate that Kuse, but how could I seek hospitality from those I so coldly plotted against? It'd be a totally dishonorable and selfish thing for me to do. I think I've taken enough from you guys.
WAITERBOT: What are you two doing on my couch?!
KUSE:: Not now, Waiterbot. We're talking.
WAITERBOT: Yes, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation, which I found altogether boring. But about that last thing you said, rabbit...about feeling like you can't stay here because you did horrible things to us?
WAITERBOT: Dude, check me out. I've killed Santa Clauses. I've tried to kill pretty much everyone living in this house. I pimp out my wife and make innocent girls live in cages. And I piss on the snowman's back whenever he's not looking.
WAITERBOT: I don't really give a fuck whether you stay or go, but trust me, you wouldn't be the worst guy living here.
KUSE: He's got a point, Hssxxlllo.
KUSE: So, what do you say? Should I have Doctor set an extra place at the table, or what?
HSSXXLLLO: I'm in. I can't wait to introduce you guys to the popular Amalthean tradition of karaoke night.
MARE: So, he's staying?
HSSXXLLLO: If that's okay with you, ma'am.
MARE: So long as you behave and don't try to kill any of us using satanic rituals, I'm totally fine with it. Now come on, guys! It's time to play catch-up with the Advent Calendar gifts! Everyone's gonna go and open them together!
LATER!
MARE: Holy crap, we got a giant unicorn!
KUSE: And a small pony!
WAITERBOT: And more fucking flowers.
MARE: Man, a real, live unicorn. I had no idea that they really existed!
KUSE: Well maybe it's one of those faux unicorns, where some unscrupulous proprietor glues a big horn on top of a regular horse's head?
MARE: Even still, I've never seen a pink horse before, either!
KUSE: Could just be paint.
KNACKS: That unicorn is the same color as your dress!
CHER: It's so cute that you noticed that.
KUSE: Mare, I think I'm finally understanding why an Advent Calendar from another dimension isn't ideal. We didn't get a new Santa Claus! What are we going to do? LEGO Santa is dead!
MARE: Well, let's go check the other Advent Calendar. Maybe there's a new LEGO Santa?
LATER!
KUSE: I don't see any Santas in that pile, Mare.
MARE: Oh well. Let's look at the bright side. If we wanted to sum up 2007 more succinctly than, "it was the year a rabbit from Amalthea tried to kill us using black magic and demon gods," we can just say, "it was the year without a Santa Claus."
KUSE: Positive thinking! We had a seminar about that at work!
WAITERBOT: I hate the LEGO Advent Calendar. The gifts always suck, and this whole place reeks of rotten tapioca!
