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[Lossëndil]

*begins plotting against Santa*

Are there any cactus at the North Pole?

 

[Glenburne]

Dear Lossëndil,

I heard that. Do you want cheese for Christmas or not?

Love,
Santa

P.S. Send the payment for your cookie debt by overnight mail, please.

 

[Lossëndil]

*loiters about mod lounge*

*acquires cookies*

*puts cookies in envelope with very sweet, docile note*

*wears innocent-looking halo*

 

[MissReepicheep]

*is doubtful of Lossy's behavior because of reverse psychology*

 

[Lossëndil]

hmmm.... not sure what that meant.
either way, *offers D cookies*

 

[Glenburne]

Dear Lossendil,

I have not received the cookies yet. I continue to wait: your chocolate-flavored socks hang in the balance.

Love,
Santa

 

[Lossëndil]

Darnit! I always forget to send the mail after addressing it and everything.

*sends envelope with cookies and sweet docile note to North Pole*

 

[Glenburne]

I thought it was, As a sluggard turns on his bed, so the chicken turns around the cheese. And he will by no means be released from thence, until he has paid unto the uttermost farthing.

Or am I confusing it with the verse about the girl's hair being like a goat's?

 

[Glenburne]

Luck has nothing to do with it. Neither does free will. Everything in the universe is determined by the equation 42 + trout + Benedict Arnold + x = Waldo. The problem is that no one knows x. Some people think it's a potato.

 

[Lossëndil]

No, I'm pretty sure as it was a piece of moldy cheese.

 

[Glenburne]

My actions are partially determined by a piece of moldy cheese? The potato theory is sounding better all the time....

 

[Lossëndil]

No more random than Benedict Arnold. *shrugs*

 

[Glenburne]

I've at least heard people defend Benedict Arnold before. But not moldy cheese. Not even in Dufferland.

 

[Lossëndil]

There's a first time for everything.

DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY MOLDY CHEESE! I'VE GOT A ... A ... A DICTIONARY!

 

[Glenburne]

I'm awed. *commits Lossiful to the Mod Lounge, as the Insane Asylum would be of little help*

 

[lieke]

NOOO! Not the mod lounge. That would be too severe a punishment...

 

[Dernhelm]

Oh, she'll be fine. Don't worry. Assuming she still exists, of course.

 

[lieke]

I would rather not exist than being put in the mod lounge.

 

[Dernhelm]

But it might be the same thing. Then how would you feel about it, hm?

 

[Glenburne]

The Tree suffers from...delusions...so I thought a new set of delusions might clear her head. Although that unfortunately hasn't helped Derny.

*sneaks into Derny's bedroom* *decorates with DIAD*