HSSXXLLLO: Roboclown, I still can't reach! You have to push me up higher!
ROBOCLOWN: Hssxxlllo, I can't magically make myself any taller than I already am...you need to climb!
WAITERBOT: Will the both of you please shut the fuck up and be quick about this?
LATER!
HSSXXLLLO:Phew! That took a lot of work, but it was worth it! This has to be a new LEGO person, right?
ROBOCLOWN: Yes, judging by the torso and head in the bag, I'd say that's a safe assumption.
WAITERBOT: This gift is mine!
WAITERBOT: As ruler of our little crew, I demand ownership of today's LEGO gift. Please step aside and allow me to construct it.
HSSXXLLLO: Forget it, Waiterbot. You've already got one "slave." There's no way I'm letting you pull another Officer Charles T. Smith on us.
HSSXXLLLO: We sure do seem to be getting a lot of people this year, huh?
ROBOCLOWN: Do you think the LEGO gods noticed that our ranks were decimated? Maybe they're trying to beef up our numbers?
HSSXXLLLO: That's a stretch. When we say "LEGO gods," it's a little abstract. It's not like there's some group of giant guys watching over us from the clouds.
ROBOCLOWN: You never know.
HSSXXLLLO: There, you're all set! What's your name?
UNCLE MILTON: I'm Uncle Milton.
HSSXXLLLO: You mean like, Uncle Milton of ant farm fame?
UNCLE MILTON: Yeah. I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm the guy who sells ant farms.
UNCLE MILTON: I'm pretty sure I came with that red cap. Can you make that raccoon give it back?
HSSXXLLLO: Sorry, Uncle Milton...the raccoon sort of has seniority over you.
LATER!
HSSXXLLLO: Welcome to our humble abode! I'd give you the grand tour, but I feel like I've already given a hundred grand tours this month, and it's all seeming very redundant.
UNCLE MILTON: Don't worry about it, I'll find my way around just fine.
HSSXXLLLO: Well, Uncle Milton's all set up. Anything else happening?
WAITERBOT: Don't you dare speak to me. Not now and never again! Uncle Milton should've been mine, and you STOLE him from me! This is unforgivable!
HSSXXLLLO: Waiterbot, you can't claim ownership of living people just for kicks. It really isn't right.
WAITERBOT: Bah! You've let me down, Hssxxlllo!
WAITERBOT: ...just like you let down Kuse, Mare and Knacks! They're probably DEAD right now, and it's all because of you!
ROBOCLOWN: Waiterbot, what the fuck is the matter with you?! How could you say that to him?!
WAITERBOT: The truth must be heard! That rabbit is a failure!
ROBOCLOWN: You're such an asshole! Get the fuck out of here!
WAITERBOT: Oh, sorry, sure, why don't I lie about everything just to make Hssxxlllo feel better? "Good job rescuing our friends, Hssxxlllo! It's so nice to have them here with us!" To hell with you both!
ROBOCLOWN: Don't listen to a word he said, buddy. Everyone here knows that you did everything you could.
HSSXXLLLO:Sigh...
MEANWHILE...
UNCLE MILTON: So what do you guys do for fun around here?
SAM: Nothing. We stand around.
TONY: We stand around in the background, mainly.
UNCLE MILTON: Cool. I sell ant farms.
SMITH: Hey guys, whatcha talking about? Wanna play freeze tag?
SAM: Oh PLEASE! Get away from us, your prag! Go shine Waiterbot's boots or something!
TONY: You're a disgrace to LEGO people everywhere!
SMITH:Sigh...
MEANWHILE...
WAITERBOT: For the love of Christ, will you hurry up?! Can you not see that there's a line behind you?! There is no way it should take this long to purchase lemonade!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Sorry, Waiterbuddy! I couldn't decide what to order!
WAITERBOT:Finally!
WAITERBOT: Now as for you, raccoon...I've decided to meet your terms without quarrel. Here is your stupid quarter. NOW POUR.
WAITERBOT: Wh--what?!
WAITERBOT: This is outrageous!
LATER!
HSSXXLLLO: Stupid Waiterbot...why does he always have to say such mean and rotten things to me?
SMITH: Stupid Waiterbot...why does he always have to claim ownership of my body and soul when I pop out of Advent Calendar gift chambers?
HSSXXLLLO:Sigh...
SMITH:Sighhh...
MISTA SNOWMAN: Hey, what are you two doing? Did somebody lose a contact lens?
