WELCOME TO MY CHRISTMAS SONG!


I'D LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR THE YEEEAR!


WAITERBOT: Scumsucking albino pig! Your so-called "holiday" is over! I command you to stop singing those carols!


WAITERBOT: You've soiled what was shaping up to be a perfectly acceptable afternoon with your ratty behavior!


MISTA SNOWMAN: But Waiterbot! The season never ends! There are only 361 days until next Christmas!

WAITERBOT: You are revolting and I will see to it that my every available resource is poured into a convergent effort to melt you down!

MISTA SNOWMAN: Awww...you're just upset because that girl isn't living in your cage anymore.

WAITERBOT: She will come back to me! Once you go 'Bot, you never go back!

MEANWHILE...


LEGOTRON: Oh come on! You're still nursing that thing?! I gave it to you an hour ago!


BOX: I'm sorry, Legotron...it's just that this is my first beer. I don't think I like it. Maybe I'm allergic?

LEGOTRON: Allergic to being a man, maybe. Chug it!


LEGOTRON: I think the problem here is that you're approaching it as if it were a can of soda. Consider beer as a means to an end. It's like medicine.

BOX: But why do you care if I drink it or not? What's the big deal?

LEGOTRON: Kid, look around you. My options for drinking buddies...they ain't stellar. Who else am I gonna get plowed with? The giant rabbit? The guy in the tiger costume? I need someone to laugh at those guys with!

MEANWHILE...


KNACKS: ...so I figure, we can hire James to take a few really romantic shots of us by the fireplace, and then I can make one of 'em my default photo, so everyone will know that our relationship is serious!


CHER: Your run-on sentences are adorable, but wow...this MySpace thing sure looks complicated. It must've taken you forever to figure out how to use it!

KNACKS: Nah, you get the hang of it pretty quick. Didn't you have MySpace back in your home dimension?

CHER: We used Facebook.


KNACKS: I guess it is kind of cheesy and corny to put a picture of us kissing up as my default photo. We don't have to do it.

CHER: Are you kidding? Look at all of those tramps in your Top 8! We are so taking that picture. I don't want those whores thinking that you're available.

KNACKS: Oh my God...I've always wanted a jealous girlfriend! This is so great!

MEANWHILE...


TIGERBOY: You seem to be adjusting to living here pretty well so far, huh?

HSSXXLLLO: It's a front. I'm all torn up inside. I've done so many rotten things in my life, Tigerboy. I feel like karma's going to drop a car on my head any minute now.


HSSXXLLLO: And you know, when I was running with Hare...we met a lot of people who weren't big fans of you guys. I mean, it's great that I came around and that Hare is in Hell, but what about all of your other enemies? Enemies you may or may not have even met yet?


TIGERBOY: Unseen enemies, eh? Sounds like the makings of another wild and woolly adventure.

HSSXXLLLO: Let's just hope that they give us some time to breathe first.

TIGERBOY: Yeah. Eleven months or so would be swell.

MEANWHILE...


MARE: Christmas came and went in a flash this year, didn't it?

KUSE: Yup. Feels almost anticlimactic when you stop and think about it.

MARE: That's exactly what I meant, Kuse...which sort of makes me wonder if we're really out of the woods yet.


MARE: I mean, yeah, we saw a giant demon rabbit god come and take Hare away, but who's to say that Hare didn't lace the house with hidden bombs before that happened? Or maybe she smothered all of our doorknobs with anthrax? I just think it'd be stupid of us to assume that we're totally safe just because we're tired and we want to relax.


KUSE: Mare, I understand why you're worried, but don't do this. Don't let paranoia ruin all of this nice free time we've got. Let's just sit around and be us for a while.

MARE: Sorry, hon...you're right. I guess I'm just so used to trying to stay alive that I've forgotten how to actually live.

KUSE: That's almost...poetic. Maybe you can use all of this free time to write a book full of catchy sayings? You could call it... "Mareisms."


KUSE: Why are there giant pubic hairs all over me?

LATER!


JAMES LIPTON: Okay everyone! On the count of three, say "CHEESE!"


WAITERBOT: I will never say that word! That word is for fools!


EVERYONE: Cheeeeeeese!

WAITERBOT: Bah.


JAMES LIPTON: Okay, now say it backwards!



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...there is...no rest...for the weary...no sleep...for the damned...


HARE: This place sucks. I can't believe that I was betrayed by both my best friend and demon god, all in the same day!


HARE: I don't deserve to be in Hell! I don't!


HARE: THEY WILL PAY FOR THIS! I WILL FIND SOME WAY TO MAKE THEM PAY!


ZOMBRIA: Sounds like you've got a revenge plot on your mind. Maybe I can help.


HARE: You? What could you do?! I am Hare Winningham of Amalthea! I've no use for assistance from a lowly, generic character such as yourself!


ZOMBRIA: I cannot argue with your logic, but I can still help you...by introducing you to someone who might be able to really help you.


ZOMBRIA: Do you dare gaze into the wicker basket, Hare? Many have tried...none have succeeded.


HARE: Ha! Why would I be afraid of a paltry wicker---wait a second.


HARE: It can't be...

It can't be you!


CLAIRE: Hi there, sis. Been a long time.

HARE: Claire?! You're in Hell, too?

CLAIRE: Of course. Where else would I be?


CLAIRE: ...but we don't have to stay here, Hare. There are others...up above...who want to help us.


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