MISTA SNOWMAN: I still can't get over this! SO MUCH HAY!
SANTA: I don't know. It is just hay, after all.
MISTA SNOWMAN: Yeah, it's "just" hay...about sixty pounds worth, carefully separated into two distinctly shaped piles. Can't you see, Santa? We were doubly blessed!
WAITERBOT: Hah! Team Waiterbot 1, Team You Idiots 0.
SANTA: Can't say that I didn't see this one coming.
WAITERBOT:We got Steadfast Trolley, and all you idiots got was this? Steadfast Trolley eats your gift for breakfast!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Waiterbot, cut it out. There's nothing wrong with our hay. It's a completely adequate gift and there are dozens of uses for it!
WAITERBOT: You can fool yourself, Snowman, but you can't fool me. I got a horse, and you two got hay. I win. I bet I'll get another horse today, just to seal the deal!
WAITERBOT: In fact, I will prove it! We're off to the Calendar, and we will return one horse richer!
SANTA: Can you pick up some paper towels while you're out?
WAITERBOT: I cannot!
WAITERBOT: Well, it isn't another horse, but this filthy, disgusting cat is still better than their hay.
WAITERBOT: Oh, Horsey, what a thrill it will be to rub this in their faces! It's a three-step process. First, I'll barge into the barn, yelling about how I got a cat.
WAITERBOT: Second, I'll orchestrate a very specific set of circumstances that will ultimately set their hay on fire, so they won't even have that. Finally, I'll need---
FUCK YOU CHARLES
WAITERBOT: That blasted Santa! I told him to do something about this!
HORSEY: ....
WAITERBOT: Come down so I can climb you and make my escape. Then I will leave you here.
SANTA: Oh sweet Jesus, is he for real?! A sculptor?! Bwahahahah!
PEAR: He actually thinks that he has talent! You had to hear him going on about that Loch Ness Monster!
MISTA SNOWMAN:This is supposed to be the Loch Ness Monster? Hah! Waiterbot is terrible at art!
SANTA: Pear, you can't be serious. How in God's name did he ever get the idea that he was any good at this?
PEAR: Dude, I seriously don't know. Seriously don't.
SANTA: I've shit out better than this!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Hold on Santa, check this out. Waiterbot made a bowl! How original!
MISTA SNOWMAN: "My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming Fuck Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I'm in a world of shit... yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid."
WAITERBOT: Okay fools, I am home! Home with a CAT! Put that in your pipe and--
