MISTA SNOWMAN: Wow, really? You're coming here?! The guys won't believe it!


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!

KUSE: I know you do, honey. I know you do.



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