CAPTAIN STICK-IN-THE-MUD TO THE RESCUE
I'll be taking down the mistletoe before Winter Break because it qualifies as a fire hazard.
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This might be a little sudden, but what do you say about spending Christmas at home?
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Flint eyed the scary-looking box that was sitting in the middle of the room where he had left it.
It was from Blacky. He had every right to be afraid.
But... it was Christmas. She wouldn't pull some kind of prank on him at Christmas, would she? Flint slowly approached the box, then pulled gingerly on the ribbon tied around it. Immediately, the box magically fell apart revealing... cookies shaped like dogbones? Okay, those had to be for Boney. And then... there was another box. Oh, the suspense! Even more slowly than before, Flint undid the clasps and lifted the lid revealing...
TECHNOLOGY. *thundercrack*
Flint had no idea what to do with any of that. There wasn't even a hammer in there, for pete's sake (or was there? He couldn't tell what any of it was). Despite his better judgment, he picked up the power drill and pressed the button.
BZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Flint screamed like a little girl recoiled in horror, throwing the drill back into the box and slamming the lid back down. What horrible, unholy devices were these!? And why did Blacky inflict them on him!? Oh no, what if they attacked in his sleep?
Meanwhile, Boney had gotten into the dog treats and was munching away happily.
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This might be a little sudden, but what do you say about spending Christmas at home?
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Flint eyed the scary-looking box that was sitting in the middle of the room where he had left it.
It was from Blacky. He had every right to be afraid.
But... it was Christmas. She wouldn't pull some kind of prank on him at Christmas, would she? Flint slowly approached the box, then pulled gingerly on the ribbon tied around it. Immediately, the box magically fell apart revealing... cookies shaped like dogbones? Okay, those had to be for Boney. And then... there was another box. Oh, the suspense! Even more slowly than before, Flint undid the clasps and lifted the lid revealing...
TECHNOLOGY. *thundercrack*
Flint had no idea what to do with any of that. There wasn't even a hammer in there, for pete's sake (or was there? He couldn't tell what any of it was). Despite his better judgment, he picked up the power drill and pressed the button.
BZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Flint screamed like a little girl recoiled in horror, throwing the drill back into the box and slamming the lid back down. What horrible, unholy devices were these!? And why did Blacky inflict them on him!? Oh no, what if they attacked in his sleep?
Meanwhile, Boney had gotten into the dog treats and was munching away happily.