MARE: You must be Pear! I'm Mare Winningham. It's really nice to meet you!
PEAR: No bitch, I'm Mare Winningham. Now cut these ropes so I can fulfill my destiny and kill you.
MARE: You remind me so much of myself at your age. Ah, to be young again!
MARE: I can't believe you managed to hold onto her without anyone dying! Great job, guys!
MISTA SNOWMAN: That was all me. I clunked her with ham energy!
MISTA SNOWMAN: So how's Knacks? Is he mad that I stole his laptop?
MARE: Oh, Knacks and a few of the others ran off on yet another mission to find Cher, Tigerboy and my son. Between you and me, I think it's about time they gave it up!
MISTA SNOWMAN: What about Roboclown? I love him! How's he doing?
MARE: Yeah, you know, he's okay. Still a robot clown.
MARE: Holy Mary! Now who's this beautiful creature?
WAITERBOT: You have to be kidding me. You left the raccoon in charge? He'll burn the place down!
KUSE: Hey, that raccoon is a prodigy. Besides, most of the other guys went on their own little trips. It came down to the raccoon and Man-Car.
WAITERBOT: Well you should have picked him, then!
KUSE: Charles?! You're here, too?
CHARLES: You seriously haven't noticed that I've been gone half the month?
KUSE: Jeez dude...I'm sorry.
KUSE: Waiterbot still busting your balls?
CHARLES: ALL THE TIME. And it's not just him. Santa told me to fuck off, and even Mista Snowman threw ham at me. Kuse, I swear, I don't know what to do with myself anymore.
KUSE: Hang in there. You're cool with me, and you know Mare loves you. At least we're here now, right?
CHARLES: I guess.
SANTA: Hate to break up the big reunion, but you and I have a job to do.
MISTA SNOWMAN: Oh yeah! We haven't gotten today's gift yet! It better be something alive!
MARE: Oooh, the Advent Calendar! Hate to admit it, but I'm really starting to miss the insanity.
MARE: ...mind if I come with?
MISTA SNOWMAN: Definitely a good box size. Today's gift has to be an adorable animal! There's no way it couldn't!
SANTA: Stop setting yourself up for disappointment. With the Advent Calendar, you know there are no guarantees!
MISTA SNOWMAN: But now we have Mare with us, Santa! Animals always rally to Mare!
MISTA SNOWMAN: Hey, I think you should open today's gift.
MARE: Really? Moi?! Oh wow, that would be AMAZING! Are you sure you don't mind?
MISTA SNOWMAN: I do but only a little!
SANTA: You know, I don't care if she wants to relive her glory days, but you should have run this by me first. It's my gift too, Mista Snowman.
MISTA SNOWMAN: C'mon, it's Christmas! Where's your spirit of giving?
SANTA: I think I lost it when Random Starfish ratted you out for calling him -- and I'm paraphrasing, here -- "a pointy, carrot-stealing douchebag."
MARE: Mista Snowman! Santa! Look!
MISTA SNOWMAN: OH MY GOD WE GOT A HORSE.
MARE: What a terrific gift! I feel like it's already Christmas!
MISTA SNOWMAN: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. A NEW HORSE.
MARE: Mista Snowman, why are you yelling?
MISTA SNOWMAN: BECAUSE. HORSE.
WAITERBOT: ...so you see, it was two insults in one! Not only did they go through my private things, but then they had the gall to say that I wasn't good at sculpting! I mean, you're an impartial, outside party, right? Am I not well within my rights to behead them?
KUSE: Can I have the wine, please?
WAITERBOT: Then the blasted snowman wore my prized piece -- an enormous salad bowl -- as a hat! Since my work is so finely detailed, it's also very fragile. He practically ruined it!
KUSE: Waiterbot. The wine.
WAITERBOT: So what else is going on back home, then? Hssxxlllo still guaranteeing his place in Hell with that filthy hipster skatepark moron?
KUSE: Ehhhh, they have their ups and downs.
WAITERBOT: Yeah I'll bet.
KUSE: Waiterbot, I know I just got here and that this isn't "my deal," and I don't wanna speak out of turn or anything, but...
WAITERBOT: Say no more. I agree with you 100%. Already told the snowman to call a doctor.
WAITERBOT: Apparently, nobody else thinks ass polyps are worth worrying about!
