PEAR: You're out of your fucking mind. I'm not drinking that.
WAITERBOT: Listen Pear, even you can't survive without liquids.
PEAR: First off, that's not even water. Second, I saw Santa slobbering all over it and backwashing like a crazy asshole. I'm not drinking that.
WAITERBOT: Let's make a deal. Drink this old spit wine, and after that, I'll untie you.
PEAR: Will you really?
WAITERBOT: NO of course not! Pear you are too gullible!
WAITERBOT: The wench refuses to drink. I told you the job would not be completed without the aid of physical force and a tube.
SANTA: Waiterbot, forget Pear for a minute...I have something I need to discuss with you guys.
WAITERBOT: I'm sure it's "really important," too. Santa you are fast becoming my least favorite person in this entire barn.
SANTA: Okay, this is the deal. Now that there's a Mare in the game, there's just no way that I'll be able to leave here.
WAITERBOT: I'm sure I could persuade you. Snowman, start singing and do not stop until this bargain basement "Santa" is miles away.
SANTA: Not gonna work, Waiterbot. And since I have to stay here, I feel like I should get my fair share of Advent Calendar glory, too.
SANTA: I'm proposing a rotation. Each day, two of us will go to the Advent Calendar, and one of us will remain here to protect Pear and the barn.
MISTA SNOWMAN: Santa, that's brilliant! I love mixing things up! I'm pretty cool with rotations, too!
MISTA SNOWMAN: ...but let's be fair. The rotation shouldn't just be for us three. There are four of us here, after all!
NO I MEAN HORSEY
SANTA: Okay, so it's settled. I'll draw two of our names out of Mista Snowman's hat. The two who get picked start with today's gift, and the remaining two get tomorrow's.
SANTA: Everyone good with the rules? I don't want to start drawing names if you're gonna tell me that we have to do something over after I finish.
WAITERBOT: Shut up and name-pull, already.
WAITERBOT: Hah! A get-go victory! Even when I am not the cause, I still continue to win!
SANTA: Congrats, Waiterbot! You're one of today's "lucky two!"
WAITERBOT: Santa! Shhhhh.
SANTA: And your partner for today is...Pear? Wait a minute...that doesn't make sense.
SANTA: Nice try, Pear.
PEAR: You drew my name fair and square. Now untie me so I can separate you from your underdeveloped skeletal system.
SANTA: Well I'll be! Waiterbot's real partner is our very own Horsey!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Aww...JEALOUS! I'm still happy for Horsey, though!
SANTA: I am too, Mista Snowman.
WAITERBOT: So you're telling me that I have to go to the Advent Calendar with a horse? I'm having trouble imaginging even a single alternative scenario that would piss me off more.
HORSEY: :) :) :) :) :) :)
WAITERBOT: Oh, knock it off! So what if there's a picture of you on the floor? You're not a celebrity, Horsey. You never will be!
WAITERBOT: Hey now, that's an interesting gift. And annoyingly, it appears to be right up your flea-infested alley.
WAITERBOT: Don't get any ideas. Just because you're my "partner" doesn't mean that we're sharing. You may admire this pony from afar, but that's ALL you may do.
CHARLES: I hate these people! Nobody here gives a crap about me! All they do is yell at me and tell me to carry stuff! And THEN they had the nerve to exclude me from that hysterical Advent Calendar rotation drawing!
CHARLES: Well that's it! I've had enough! I'm taking a stand! No more bullshit! As soon as Waiterbot and Santa--
*doof*
MISTA SNOWMAN: Hey, you're laying in a pile of horse shit.
