KUSE: Yup, just me and Mare. We're bored out of our frickin' minds. Everyone's on vacation or depressed or otherwise uninteresting. We need a getaway!
KUSE: I don't want you to make a big deal out of this. Please refrain from creating any "WELCOME MARE AND KUSE" banners, okay?
MISTA SNOWMAN: Sure, but it's not like I would've done that anyway. Mine would've said "WELCOME KUSE AND MARE." You know how I am about things being in alphabetical order.
KUSE: Uh huh.
KUSE: Do you want us to bring anything? Food, water, magazines?
MISTA SNOWMAN: Wine will work.
SANTA: So who was that on the phone, then?
MISTA SNOWMAN: That's not a phone, Santa. I was video conferencing. Seriously, how could anyone confuse a computer with a phone?
SANTA: Snowman...who were you talking to?
MISTA SNOWMAN: KUSE!!! Him and Mare are coming!
SANTA: You know, I've mainly stayed in touch with Mare and Kuse via e-mail. Barely remember them from last year. Kuse is the grey guy, right? Him and his wife had that trouble with the giant crabs?
CHARLES: Good memory, Santa!
SANTA: Fuck you, Charles.
WAITERBOT: Well, it isn't a pony or a diseased cat, but I've never complained about a pitchfork. Still, why did it come with salad?
WAITERBOT: Bah, those feeble toads are going to give me such shit for sneaking off to the Advent Calendar without Horsey. Is it my fault that horses slow everything down?
WAITERBOT: I wish this stupid pitchfork had three prongs.
SANTA: Why is Horsey pouting?
MISTA SNOWMAN: Waiterbot went to the Advent Calendar without him! Can you believe that jerk? Horsey is devastated!
SANTA: This shit ain't right.
WAITERBOT: I'm home. In summary: "A pitchfork and salad."
SANTA: Waiterbot, I can't believe that you did this to Horsey. He's a mess!
WAITERBOT: Oh for Christ's sake. I knew you two were going to pull this. Fucking knew it.
SANTA: Look at him over there! The poor horse thinks he's worthless!
WAITERBOT: Well, he is correct!
SANTA: You better go over there and apologize.
WAITERBOT: What?! There is absolutely no chance in HELL that I will offer one word of condolence to that filthy, grazing retard.
MISTA SNOWMAN: Okay, NOW you're making me mad. Go and tell Horsey you're sorry, Waiterbot!
WAITERBOT: Careful, Snowman. Now that I'm armed with a pitchfork, I don't have to do anything unless it pleases me personally!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Oh yeah? Who's holding the ham here, buddy? WHO. IS HOLDING. THE HAM?
WAITERBOT: Et tu, Santa?
SANTA: I'm with Mista Snowman on this. If you don't make up with Horsey, I'm blasting you with hand energy.
WAITERBOT: Just you try it. I've been waiting for an excuse to cut you in half, ever since you made a mockery of my fine art!
SANTA: Fine art? Hah! Your "sculptures" were awful, Waiterbot. Awful!
WAITERBOT: Santa, I urge you to consider your words before they GET YOU IMPALED.
KUSE: Hey, guys! We're here! Are we interrupting anything?
WAITERBOT: Mare and Kuse? Why didn't anyone tell me they were coming?!
SANTA: Because you're an asshole.
MARE: Oooh, look Kuse! They have snowy trees! I love snowy trees!
